Please - Don't Make Me Do It - Final Part Thr - Relatos Eróticos

Please - Don't Make Me Do It - Final Part Thr

... gripping the pillows tightly and pulling them to her face.CHAPTER SIXIn his car, Bernard turned to his companion. “It’s OK, she’s in her hotel room. At last we can have a full night to ourselves. Another five minutes my dear and we will be safely parked and heading to heavenly bliss.” He reached his hand sideways, put it on his companion’s lap and felt the stiffening under his fingers. “Oh yes that’s my boy. Always ready. Take it out for me.” His business personal assistant reached down and unzipped himself, unfastened his waistband and, pushing down his shorts, pulled out his swelling cock. Bernard wrapped his hand around it and rubbed, pulling it, cupping down to feel the fullness of the young man’s ball sac.“Oh, Peter, am I going to have fun tonight. Tonight I will make you explode as you never have before.”“Bernie, promises, promises. Can I lie in Carol’s place when you fuck me ... god I want to be in her place for you. Let me feel what she has felt of you. I want to feel like her when you spunk me. I wish the bitch could see me in her place taking your cock”“Peter you won’t know what’s hit you tonight, this will be a blast like we’ve never had.”He engaged gear and drove the remainder of his journey. In his driveway he electronically raised the garage doors and drove slowly forward, entering with his car lights on full beam.He rolled his car into his side of the garage. As the wheel passed over the metal plate the weight of the car burst a paper package of match heads ...

... beneath the it. They flared intensely and severed the string that held the jar suspended. The jar fell, smashing onto the concrete floor and exploded with the power of a stick of dynamite. The searing flash and heat of the explosion set off a sympathetic explosion with a mixture of diesel and a common household powder. The effect was total in its awesome power. The garage disintegrated, its occupants killed instantly, the fuel in an almost full tank adding to a total devastation. A sizeable part of the house blew apart, collapsed, and the conflagration would consume the remains of the building.A quarter of mile away the apparently foolishly dropped balaclava with its eyeholes would undoubtedly be found at the edge of the woods. Further away lay a leaflet protesting at a****l testing in laboratories..CHAPTER SEVENCarol was vaguely aware of her bedroom door being opened. She turned her head to see him standing there looking down at her, his coat now off and his ……. MY GOD he wore a priest’s dog collar. She thrust down with her arms, lifting herself to get off the bed, but he was too quick. He pushed her flat, his strong hands on her shoulders, holding her down. He climbed on top and lay over the length of her.“No, no, no … you’re a priest, stop, please stop, you said you wouldn’t. Don’t oh please don’t” she begged.His calm, educated deep voice spoke softly in her ear, making her tingle with the flutter of his breath. “Tell me your name, my deliciously sexy lady… what is your ...