I gripped it with my right hand and stroked it as I sucked up and down with my mouth. After a few minutes he said, “Lick my balls, slut.”I pulled ...off his cock and pushed it up out of the way a bit. I went down further and started to lick his nutsack. It was a little sweaty and salty, but the muskiness turned me on. I started sucking on them gently as I stroked his cock with my other hand. His moans told me I was doing a good job. I spent a couple more minutes on his balls before going back to. She was stunned. She knew from his first words that the speaker was Dan, but with his strong hands holding her she was unable to turn around to look at him.Dan continued, "Sam ... I should apologize, Sam. I know you like S. Stratton these days, but to me you'll always be Sammy. Anyway, your actions over the last couple of days have cost you all your jobs. Don Martin and I were wondering what you folks — all of you folks — have been doing for a living lately. Now that we find out, we don't like. I knew nobody was gonna see me, but it was thrilling to be so brazen. I headed out in my old truck for an Egg McMuffin. I started grinding my ass back and forth on the seat to the beat of the music as my butt plug buzzed away. I periodically rubbed my clit through my thin pants and clinched my hungry pussy muscles. The crotch of my pants was getting wet. I was singing along to AC/DC’s “Touch Too Much” when thick, white steam started pouring out from under the front of my hood. I quickly eyed. That was clear on the video they sent me.“But they made a mistake. There was a landmark outside an open window we were able to use it to triangulate their locations. We were able to save them and kill a half-dozen of the motherfuckers in the process. They were both addicted to heroin and tattooed from head to toe,” he paused to light a cigarette. “You know, I hate these things.”No one commented. He had the room.“I sort of lied a little while ago, when I called this Master PC thing bullshit,” he.