Could I have your attention, please?” he addressed the crowd. He was met with one or two ‘shut up’s from class jokers, but aside from that, the crowd quieted down. “Could everyone please keep an eye peeled for an earring? My cousin lost one, and it’s from her grandmother so it’s kind of important to her. Now, she knows she had it when she arrived, so it’s probably on the ground somewhere. If you find it, she’ll be in the drum room. Thank you all so much in advance!” With that, he turned back up the music, covering the murmurs from the crowd, as he silently ushered the group – Phil, May, Nicole and myself – licking into the drum room. Luckily, there was no one in there that we would have had to shoo out. As soon as Paul closed the door behind him, the ominously quiet group exploded again tattoos with words, most of them swear words, being flown around in all direction. When the smoke had cleared from the general venting, Nicole turned to Paul. “What the fuck was that?” she asked him with a razor-sharp tone. “This is shaved a private thing. Why the fuck do you always think you need to get involved and prance into every little thing?” The playful glow that normally surrounded Paul left as he listened to Nicole. His eyes widened just a little as he cleared his throat and slowly started walking forward, his eyes never leaving Nicole. “Listen, you.” he spoke in a scarily calm, yet furious tone, speaking quickly yet articulating every word perfectly. “You all were clearly in some kind of situation back there, and I didn’t see you doing a single damn thing about it.” He jutted out a finger into her collarbone, effectively making her take a step back. With each word cum he got closer to her face. “I just got you all a place to talk, and prevented any gossip forming as a result of this, and you still find a reason to crawl up my ass. This is my first and only warning – get off my fucking back. I don’t even know what I did to piss you off, but you’d better let me know what it is right now or you can try to actually be a kind person, as hard as that must be for you. Which one is it going to socks be?” Paul was such a goofball in most situations that I never saw this coming. He was scary. Will that work?” She happily nodded. I even abstained from licking wanking on the Friday night. He drove his cock into her quickly and she heard Jennifer squeal. She had said that it was what my mother named me, so, therefore, it was what she should call me. We walked back to the car and retrieved the picnic lunch Jessie had made. She ran her tongue along her full, red lips, tattoos enjoying the pillowy softness. Before the duct tape was placed over her mouth; Brenda asked Mike if he knew these men and what do they want from us. I bit my lower lip, only partially managing to choke back socks yet another cry. She thrust hard and fast. She was wearing a white thong that was slightly see-through because of the water. As the car pulled out of the garage, I walked into the kitchen wearing cum white sweatshirt and jeans to find my shaved father reading The Wall Street Journal.