I continued to play a little before I slipped down at least four inches, when he pushed up and slammed all of his cock inside me at once. We both moan...d and groaned at the full feeling.“Damn you're tight, princess.”“Shut up!”He started slow and tortuous, me losing the control I thought I had over this situation. He moved, one of those lightning quick moves that men have, and flipped us over putting him on top of me and me on my back on the couch. He held both of my wrists in one of his hands. Cum oozing and flowing down between his arse cheeks, along the back of his tight balls, down the insides of his legs. “Fuck, how much is up there?” He takes a look around the room. The room with ten doors. Each door looks the same except they are individually numbered. But where do the doors lead? Is one of them an exit? Will opening any explain what he is doing here? “For fuck's sake, Lewis, think!” He needs to think of a plan, he needs to get out of there as quickly as possible, he needs to. She turned away from him."Up against the wall, motherfuckers!" She couldn't be sure if that was a cop or a dissident. She figured it didn't matter. The crowd surged forward, and she heard the convention building roar with anger, saw it bristling like a wild beast. Carl Sandburg was right. Chicago was alive."Here," he said, finishing a bottle of beer with one hand, and holding up a piece of paper to her mouth with the other. "Taste it."Connie bit the paper and held it on her tongue to let the. Her eyes were blurry from reading the spreadsheet on the computer screen. She’d been close to figuring out why the numbers weren’t balancing when her phone rang. ‘This is Suzy.’ ‘Suzy, it’s Donna. There’s a Mr. Smith here to see you. He says he doesn’t have an appointment, but said you’d see him.’ Donna lowered her voice and whispered, ‘Girl, I think it’s that guy that’s been trying to call you for the last few days. You want me to call security or what?’ ‘No, no, don’t do that. It’s okay..