One of his hands played with the nipple he has just abandoned. The other one moved down to my pussy. He cupped it in his hand and squeezed. I let out ... sigh and squeezed his cock harder. One finger parted my outer lips and ran the length of my pussy, gathering my juices. He used my own lubricant to rub my clit. I nearly died, my clit is very sensitive and hair trigger. He rubbed in circles, pressing a little harder each time. In no time I came all over his hand. I couldn’t help myself. I let. ”“What are you?” she asked.“I’m a journalist,” he told her. “I write for a living.”“You fight pretty well for a journalist. Is Franklin dead?”“Yes,” he told her. “He may still be breathing, but he’s dead.”“I’m going to kill you for that,” she promised.“I’m the one with the knife,” he pointed out. “He was trying to kill me. So were you, for that matter. Why were you trying to kill me?”“I wasn’t trying to kill you, in particular,” she said. “We heard someone destroyed the training camp and we. Fuck me hard" and Brian began slamming his cock in her. In just minutes she felt him explode inside her and she pushed him off her, licked his cock clean and headed for the shower. She hadn't gotten off, but it didn't bother her because she knew that Dave would get her off several times before the day was over.The rest of that week was more of the same. Brian came over and spent the night, fucking her while she was talking with Tim and then waking up in her bed in the morning. At work Dave was. " I knew she'd never do such an outlandish thing, and theknowledge gave me strength to go on. "Everything. Please." All your manly underwear?" Funny how she was pushing it. Almost as if..."Your tightie-whitie briefs and T-shirts? So you won't have a single malegarment at all?" Yes, Dear." And you'll have to dress in just feminine clothes?" That's right." That's really what you want?" If you don't I-I'll have to-to walk home.... Like this!" Let me see how you look again!"Miserably, I pressed the.