.. I can't believe it, but I open the documents and it's all right there for me to see! The fucking bastard! The love of his life didn't die in a bomb... blast in Israel, he married the bitch and they had a hell of a lot nicer life than the bastard and I have had.I begin to cry and confess something to Stacy...Present – Thom, Byron and Inga – It's raining hell on the drug lordHow can anyone fire more than a couple of rounds in these son of a bitch shoulder cannons? I'm not close to firing my way. Yes, poor Kumiko had opened the door all the way, looking out into the hall to see who was there. She stood, frozen in place, her nighty dangling motionless from her tight, fuckable body. He waved his hand in front of her face and grinned. It was easy enough to slide in past her and stand in the corner, out of her sight. One more click. ?Hello?? she asked. ?Who’s out there?? No one was out there of course. He waited until she closed and locked the door. She had the curtains closed. Good. One. At which point I retreated to my tent in the hopes of not becoming anyone's "muse", especially the three over zealous horndogs of the bunch; McKinley, Ford, and Gilvarry. Big mistake on my part.I had been trying my best to not spend too much time shooting the shit with the guys since the stupid mail prank last month. I guess they got bored (and stupid) and thought it would be some fun at my expense but it didn't turn out that way. Instead they read out loud the entire letter from my boyfriend. ” There was no hesitation in her compliance. Kerri held her bound hands in front of her as she bent down across my knee and offered up her ass for punishment. With my left hand I could easily play with her hanging breasts but first I used it to push down on the small of her back encouraging her to hold that ass out as much as she could. My right hand ran across the backs of her thighs and massaged each cheek. Just when she was getting into the massage, I brought my hand down on her ass with a.