The way his hot young body convulsed. "Wait for it."She then felt the cock swell up. "Down!" And as soon as his head was under again, cum came squirin...g out. The third one forced out of him tonight, but there was still power in the ejaculation.As he was cumming, and as Dimillah kept stroking, he struggled and cried like crazy. Flopping like a fish in a hook! Sherzi's strong hold keeping his head underwater, Dimillah's other hand gripped tight around his balls and shaft, he wasn't getting. “Going shopping. You wanna come,” I said, expecting a yes.He turned – looking at me, eyes pure for the first time I could remember.“No. I mean – no Sir. Gonna stay here. Work out. Need to work out – that okay?”“That’s fine, son. That’s just fine.”“Need to work out,” was all he said again, vacant, looking at some point in the distance – maybe some place where he actually stood – trying to figure out a way to get there. Then he grabbed at his wallet, pulling out a hundred bucks or so, handing it. I didn't care what it made me. Escort. Harlot. Slut. As long as I was filled. But I endured the ride and seemingly endless corridor until finally, the faceless hotel room door was before me. The click of the latch sounded cavernous. Sliding the keycard into the holder by the bathroom door with a shaking hand, the room illuminated. He guided me to the centre and made me wait as he selected some music. Something I didn't know with a beat. He returned, perched on the edge of the bed where I had. Sure, I've wondered if maybe I should have aimed lower. But I hit where I could. If I had waited for McGregor's head to clear his chest, he might have recovered enough to slash her. And he could have died from a shot to his chest just as easily as two in the head." All true," Bryant told her with a nod."You know, everyone in that room with a gun had a bead on his head," Jan said. "Bea was blocked by Mayfield's mother. Morales had the bailiff in his background. Susan Brockleman was too close to.