.. whatever you want... just do it".... "I'm going to go all the way the rest of my hand fucking... shoving all 3 fingers as far deep inside your hole... as I can".... "You let out a low roaring scream.... god you're going to make me cum... now"..... And then................ YOU CAME HARD.... all over my fingers.... dripping down my hand.... I can feel your thighs shiver and your whole body shake... you stop breathing... mouth open... your eyes roll.... it's an ORGASM after all.. I keep going as. He pulled on his leggings and fastened his worn boots and slipped on a tunic and belted it with a hemp rope. After dragging his fingers through his hair he crossed the room and opened the door. It was still dark out. The false dawn was still an hour away at least, but it was time to start his day.His day, what a laugh! It was not his day, he had no possessions, had no lawful right to own possessions. This was not his day, this was just another day of drudgery in his miserable life -nay, not. By now she was really getting into the kissing, sat down on his lap and opened her legs a bit to allow his hand better access.Her breathing had changed so every now and then there was a slow moan. After a time she rose, took his hand and they headed for the bedroom. She looked over a shoulder and signaled me to follow. Nice when your woman knows her man’s fantasy and intends to make it a reality. That’s when you realize wild horses couldn’t hold her back.At that time, it’s to hell with the. And we think you may be able to provide us with some clue as to Alfred’s intended movements. Do you know - (I must seem awfully rude) - I’ve been doing all the talking?! I’m going to give you one opportunity to tell me everything you know - . I must warn you - we know much more than you think - and you will sincerely regret every lie that you tell.. Now - can you hear that scratching at the door? Can you imagine what it might be? It’s no good shaking your head and crying, Liz - I think you.