The two stabs of sensation made her open her eyes and look down. He was feasting on her sex now. Her pussy throbbed with the beginnings of an ache she...couldn't quench. She hated that too. Almost."Mmm. Such a good girl. You become wet for me. That makes me feel blessed. It's like a gift you give me. I cherish it," he whispered. Now he inserted a finger into her sex, then two. He pumped them gently in and out, in and out, as he knelt down again and slid his tongue lovingly against her joy nub.. You know that I cannot, and will not take someone else's pot. That's not how it's done" I don't give a shit what you will or won't do. I will have my money, in full, one way or another" Dan will kill me if I ever touch his share" Yes he would, if he was still here, but I would do worse believe me. Anyway, you don't have to worry about that two bit wannabe gangster anymore"The words hit Ray like a thundering train and his knees felt like jelly unable to support his weight."What do you mean by. ’ He spun on his heels and made for the door. Sorrel watched him leave. She was all warm inside. She curled up in the big chair. She felt kind of, well, kind of, kittenish. She glanced at the walls of books, the worn rug, the old reading lamp as it sort of leaned forward, the old pictures on the walls. She felt, well she felt, she felt like she was home. A Meeting with Pearce and Charles: Fletcher drove into the city. He’d scheduled a meeting with Pearce and Charles. They’d done some additional. Rita turned over onto her back. Graham moved slightly to keep them in frame, tottering slightly. Gary positioned himself, as Rita moved her hands down towards her crutch. Graham snapped of a couple of pictures. The contrast of her nails against her soft pink skin was very dramatic. Rita’s hands rested on her pussy. Her fingers sought out her labia. Graham zoomed in to catch the deep red nails and her red swollen pussy lips. Click, click. God they looked good! Rita pulled lightly on her labia.