He couldn’t resist. He lowered his to one round, succulent breast and languidly dragged his tongue across its surface. He gently smacked his lips, t...sting the salty flavor of her sweat. He licked his lips deliberately, further savoring the taste. Although her pussy throbbed and ached, she wanted more. ‘Delicious.’ He whispered, his sultry eyes foreshadowing her fate. She was ready for whatever cleaning method the handsome, strong technician may use next. He roughly rolled her over onto her. When she finished, he pulled her by the legs and bent her over the desk, spreading her cheeks and eating her asshole. After sufficiently moistening her puckered brown hole, he stood and placed his still wet cock at the entrance. ‘I’m gonna fuck your ass now. Hard. You will enjoy it.’ he said, making it clear she had no choice. ‘Yes sir, please fuck my ass.’ she replied, nodding her head. Jack pushed his thick cock all the way in. Ms Hayden gave a tortured moan, biting her knuckle in order to. " Not as much as he could do in a lifetime," she said optimistically. "We work with what we get." Fuckin' aye," he agreed. "I'd just feel a lot better if we had a handle on every one they've put down there."Roseville, California October 27, 2007The house where Mark Whiting lived with his mother, father, and older brother was unremarkable for the time period. It was a simple two-story tract house in a middle-class neighborhood full of similar houses. The neatly mowed front lawn was covered with. Those eyes were fixed upon two figures in gossamer gowns, fine translucent fabric that could only be of Sylvan design. They were trapped beneath a net. "Aurks!" I hissed. Oluth simply nodded. The two beasts were laughing, circling the pair of Elvin captives with jackal-like glee. The Aurks spoke in their own brutish tongue and pointed, seeming to decide that they were going to kill the male and keep the female for pleasure. I'll admit the Sylvan features of both were so fine, I could scarcely.