"It's just that the explosives I shoved up my ass this morning hurt a little." She smiled, then put on an expression of mock severity. "Oh sir, you ...hould never joke with the TSA! We have to investigate every possibility when terrorism might be involved. I'll need you to take your clothes off and lie down on that table."I did as she said, noticing her gasp as I dropped my boxers and exposed my now-hard 9" cock. She swung two stirrups into place aftar I laid down, and I put my feet in them.. ‘What happened?’ I asked her. ‘Your boyfriend beat you up.’ she stated with a look of disgust. ‘Jake would never.’ I denied. ‘Holly, did he hit you that hard? I know you know Jake’s done this. And I bet this isn’t the first time.’ ‘I’m not going to listen to this nonsense.’ I told her. ‘Holly, don’t let him abuse you. You can press charges,you know?’ ‘Nora he’s a really nice guy. He’s just been under a lot of stress at work and stuff like that. It’s been hard for him. It’s my fault. I need to. She did what she had always wanted to; get a man in his entirety into her mouth. Bill always came too quickly for her to be able to do it with him in the time it needed to achieve her goal; this man had a far better self control it seemed. She studied his eyes, watching for any tell tale signs that he was about to come. A corner of her mind noted the pleasure lines around his eyes and delighted in his reactions as she fucked him into her throat. Because she had been able to take it at her own. So what if anyone saw me; I'm the fucking Ghost of Paris and I could do whatever the hell I wanted.Who could stop me?I stalked out of the bathroom, heading towards the counter. Miss Cheshire was helping an old woman, using one of those scanners – like the ones you see at the grocery store that shines all of those red lights to ring up your purchase – on the book's barcode. School was still in session and the library was mostly empty; only a few, old broads, part of some sort of club, were.