I jerked my hand, with a slight sawing motion, and as I did, I heard the boy scream into his gag. He felt it all; felt her pussy, felt the blade, felt... the cut and the slice and the sawing motion as the sharp blade of my knife sliced through the essence of his manhood. It didn't take that long, and then it was done. He squirted more of his wad as I nutted him, dumping his cream into Marsha perhaps in some last desperate and primal need to try to fertilize something. Who can say for sure? All I. He dabbed carefully at his eyes with a tissue. Gosh, he was going to ruin his makeup if he kept this up. And Daddy would be home soon!He couldn’t let Daddy see him mussed up! Just the thought of Daddy and his big strong arms and his scratchy beard and his big deep voice made sissy feel tons better. Soon Daddy would be home and sissy wouldn’t feel so small and lost and alone. Daddy would tell him what to do and sissy wouldn’t have to worry. He wouldn’t have to feel anxious anymore. Sissy would. I opened the door and lo and behold here was Sue sandwiched in between the two blokes she arrived with. She was on the double bed with the dark haired bloke below her with his cock fair up her cunt and the blonde bloke on top of her fucking her arse. She flicked her hair to the side and smiled at me.“You told me to call if I needed anything.” she said.“Um shit, oh” was all I could really muster. “Sorry.” What was I doing? I was dumbfounded. I was told about people like this that came to motels. They're going to open, Dayna and Sandy will do the middle set, and Cold Spring Rain the finale." Sounds like you've been busy," Shae commented."Pretty busy," Emily admitted. "To top it off, the football team has agreed to set up chairs on the gym floor and take them down afterwards; that's a big help. Mr. Weber gave us good play in the Courier, and the Reporter up in Hawthorne has been pushing it, along with the radio stations. We just got the tickets this morning, and we've already sold a.