’ That’s what he wanted her for, she thought. All she was to him was an assassin with potential. One that could kill with precision and perfection... and could cleanly kill with ease. Her tears began as she realised her own stupidity. All her life she wanted to escape her master, escape the life the master assassin had made for her. She wanted out and she wanted it now. She was about to say something, something vile and insulting, something that stated her mind and emotions to the core. When he. Cant help it...I want to feel it in my hand....(as he reaches over and wraps his pudgy fist around my shaft still stroking his own with other hand..he just holds it a moment with out moving as if savoring the feel of my smooth hard cock...we both let out a satisfied moan as he starts to rub me...slowly gently at first taking his time letting us both enjoy every long slow stroke)mmmmmm....(he grins at me) feels sooo good...( I lean back slightly as he strokes my cock so well as if he is enjoying. Of course she always acted as if he were in imminent danger of starving. ‘Don’t worry, Mom,’ Bobby said, ‘I won’t starve.’ He got in the jeep and drove to the mall, met some of his friends, and hung around for the rest of the day. They talked about girls a lot. Bobby’s friends bragged about all the hot times they’d had with girls, but Bobby knew his buddies too well. He knew they were stretching the truth considerably, trying to out-do each other with their tales. ‘What about you, Bob?’ his. A hand swept downwards and slipped between her thighs, rubbing across the coarse fabric of her jeans. She pushed herself against the pressure, seeking relief from the ache. Impatiently, Rob managed to unbutton her jeans and yank the zip down. In seconds he had them pushed down her thighs and his fingers were inside her soaking pussy."Oh yes!" she gasped. He watched the emotions flit across her face as he pushed deeper inside her. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were flushed pink. She looked.