She really was worried that this had bothered me earlier."No, no." I shook my head and waved my hand. I felt a little sobered up. My thoughts were rac...ng but my head wasn't spinning. "I was just kidding, it's fine, really. This is our home now. You can get as comfortable as you want here. You're good, it's okay. I want you to be comfortable."More than was necessary. I was still drunk. But she looked touched. Was she blushing? Mom came back over and sat as she had before, and then she sat. It’s her lunchhour, so rather than climbing up the tower with us, she merely unlocks the door, and points us on our way. Up we go, a spiral staircase like none we’ve ever seen, narrow steps that seem endless, around and around we go, 100, now 200, my lungs seem about to burst. Still, each time I look up, I see your sexy ass swaying with each step you take, and my energy is renewed. I drop back a few steps, peek up and smile. I’d follow that sight all the way to heaven if given the chance. . What kind of psychological profile does someone have to go into that profession? The pain profession.The FBI also focused on illegal abortion mills. Back-alley abortions with unlicensed fucks operating on gullible girls after the 21 weeks and 6 days from conception line had been crossed.Add in the rougher B & D dungeons. Nasty underground hangouts for sadists who go beyond the ritualized dance that their putative partners expect. Want, need.B & D? The FlexiCuffs that Matt Had tucked into my. She was somewhat flat-chested, not surprisingly. She flexed her abs tight and I kissed my way back down each row of her hard six pack. I must have really turned her on, because next thing I knew, she lifted me with those powerful arms and kissed me hard. Our tongues swirled around one another, and she pushed her muscular pelvis against me, rolling her abs up and down my stomach. My dick got so hard I was literally bouncing off her pelvis like a springboard. She flexed one of her huge biceps and.