.you're too afraid of me, of the knife, to move. You know I'll cut you if you do. As I stand above you, I remove my pants, showing you my 9" cock. I... ask you which hole you want me in first, and all you can say is "please", in a pitiful little whimper. "Please", you say, as I laugh humorlessly, wrap my fingers in your hair and force my cock down your throat as far as it will go. Your legs are still free, and you think for a moment that maybe you could bite me, struggle away, but you're bound. A small, hunched old man in a white thawb looked up quizzically. “Dr. Hawas?”“Yes. Mr. Henriksen?”“Yes.” I looked around. I was in a tiny courtyard. Stairs lead up to a small house; on the right, an archway led to a narrow alley. I dropped my voice into command tone. “Do you know who is outside, in the truck?”Hawas peeked out of the gunslit of the courtyard window, turning his twisted head carefully. “No. They could be Hamas. Maybe Islamic Jihad. Perhaps someone else. Better not to find out.”. I had started to hang with a slightly older group that drank, smoked pot, and partied kind of hard. Jenny was part of that crowd. She was dating Kevin who was an oil field worker with lots of money, attitude, and weed. Jenny was really into him. I don’t think anyone noticed but I was really into her. I was smaller in frame and younger than Kevin. I wasn’t surprised that he attracted a beautiful girl like Jenny. But sometime during that year, Kevin dumped her, sending her back to Pasadena to. Maine bhi kiss karana shuru kiya, 15 min kiss karane ke bad mai use uthakar apane bed room me lekar gaya.Use bed pe rakh kar usake upar aa gaya. Use jor se kiss kara raha tha.Usake dress ke upar se hi usake boobs daba raha tha. Maine usaki dress utar di.Ab wo mere samane bus white bra and panty me thi. Usane mere kapade utare. Usake bbobs ko musalte huye kiss kiye jar aha tha. Wo kafi excite ho chuki thi. Maine usaki bra ko utar diya and usake boobs ko chusane laga aur dabane laga.Wo mere sir.