flinched. You don't have a single hole in your perfect body. How the hell do you explain that?'
'Sally, I've been Bertram Havermeyer's flunky stud for years. I knew his every mood, his every move. He trusted me. I played along with his game, only because I had no confidence in my own abilities. He made me feel like a stupid muscle bound stud who had nothing to offer but a foot-long prick. He used me. He manipulated me. But when I made love to you, I became a new man. All of a sudden everything made sense to me. I realized that I really wasn't stupid. And I was determined to save you. But I had to play along with Bertram Havermeyer to accomplish my purpose, do you understand?'
'Yes! I understand that, damn it!' she exclaimed as she stroked his prick and admired his lengthy cock-stalk. 'But that's not the point! He fired five bullets at you, and you never got hurt! Why weren't you killed?'
Malcolm's prick throbbed and he found it difficult to speak. 'Sally, my loved one, I told you that I was Bertram Havermeyer's flunky. I was in charge of loading his revolver. Get it?'
Sally laughed loudly, and squeezed Malcolm's prick. 'You loaded his gun with blanks!' she blurted.
'No shit, Sherlock! Now, what say we have a little tumble in the hay, Ms. Holmes?'
'Brilliant idea, Watson,' she replied as she guided his rock-hard prick into her seething pussy. 'Hey, Superman,' she added, 'do your stuff!'
