He coated his fingers while trying to distract Ayn’s attention with another long kiss. At least this was something the slave seemed to enjoy.Pushing...between firm butt cheeks, his fingers found purchase in the tight puckered hole. The brunet’s body showed no sign of giving in, though. It remained hard and unyielding and Xavier was starting to grow frustrated.He wasn’t going to repeat the same mistake he’d done with Lucas. He wanted the hard beautiful body beneath him to surrender on its owner’s. This looked exactly like the kind of place someone like that would live.But there was no phone. That was the main problem. That's what she reallyneeded.It had seemed warm from outside but there was clearly no functioningheating and the only light was a bare bulb hanging above the mattress onthe floor. The place looked abandoned actually - lurid and profanegraffiti splashed all over the cracked plaster walls - which was fine asfar as Anna was concerned. She looked round for something to use to. ‘I guess I never found anyone I wanted to marry,’ he said. ‘It sure wasn’t the kids. They’ve been bugging me to get remarried for years.’ He paused, took a deep breath, and said, ‘Now that you’ve had your personal question answered, can I ask you one?’ Ann looked a little frightened, but she nodded. ‘Ann, why didn’t you remarry?’ he asked. Ann felt faint, as if someone had hit her on the head with a hammer. He knew! How did he know? Had Melissa told him? What was she going to do?. With cinnamon oil in hand, I begin to work on the most beautiful breasts I have ever known. Yours. There is no way my hands can full cover the fullness of each breast, but I try. With small circles, starting on the outside, I work my way toward the hardened nipple. Once at the nipple, I use forefinger and thumb to lightly pinch and pull on the hard bud. Taking the pads of my fingers, I rub the nubbin from side to side, watching in amazement the full pink nipples I love to suck so much. First.