When I was able to orient myself a bit, I got to my knees, and turned to look at him. I noticed a semi-automatic pistol on the table in front of him. ...I had to wince when I moved, but I knew not to show him any fear.“You won’t get away from this! No way.”That brought a smirk to his face.“But of course I will. After all, I’m not even here right now.”I guess that he saw something flash on my face as the smirk widened and, in fact, he laughed a bit.“Oh, you’re thinking of that fancy security system. White, creamy, I have my face covered, I can't stop handling hes cock, and he keeps sperming, I've never seen so much cum in my life. I take it back in my mouth and begin to wipe it with my tongue, slowly, without making him suffer the post-orgasm, I feel his cum dripping onto my face and excites me to death. I ask him if he liked it, smiling he says yes, but now I want to fuck he tells me with a lustful look. We leave the toilet, I still have his sperm everywhere, luckily it's still deserted.. The computer kept sounding awfully busy. Well after lunch, I went to the grocery and bought the ingredients for a nice dinner.I was in the kitchen prepping up a storm, getting some of the cooking going, when Christy popped in. "Smells great! I'm done for the day. What can I do to help?" Nothing. Maybe if you feel like it, go out and hunt down some movies and wine."The dinner turned out 4-star, and we ate it watching some cheap zombie slasher film. It was a perfect match. After we'd cleared the. In no mood for visitors, he pulled himself off the sofa to find Marina there in front of him.“I’ve seen Natasha tonight she told me what had happened. I wanted to see how you were doing,” she exclaimed.“I am doing ok.”“Looks like it,” she replied smelling the whiskey on his breath.“I am sorry things haven’t worked out with Natasha,” Marina continued as she walked in.She cleared some crap off the sofa and sat down.“Would you like a drink?”“What do you have beside whiskey?”“I’ve got gin!” Alex.