I didn't have the heart to tell her, of course, but I had asked King to do it just that way beforehand. Although I got several great pictures of her c...m-drenched pussy, I'm thinking maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all. Damn. As I mentioned, I only got a few pictures of her fucking him and now I wish I had taken more. I'm working hard on her, trying to break her down, to convince her to fuck him just one more time so I can get some more pictures. I know she enjoyed it, but I don't think. ”I saw Malcolm nervously tap his eyeglasses with his red ink pen warning me that he was on a short leash ready to start opening up like a hidden machine gun just as we were preparing to run across the open field to the relative cover of the tree-line on the other side.Some of the content I was not comfortable with but the whole idea of the report was that we would present a consensus view of the grey area in the circumstantial evidence so no individual bias was present in the result.I listened. I sat up with his cock bent backwards sliding up between my ass cheeks, I didn’t think anything could turn me on more, as he masturbated my cock with his hands, covered in spit and precum, swirling his hands and fingers deliciously around the helmet of my cock before gliding up and down the shaft and then sliding underneath onto my balls. I started to grind my ass against his cock and he held my cock against his stomach so that I could pump against him, one side his stomach, the other side his. ”“She’s been doing fine so far.”“We almost killed her when we met her.”It was weird listening to the two boys argue, because Art was being the cautious one, and Matt was being the adventurous one. Normally it was the other way around, and she changed from frown to smile and back again as she listened to them argue about her. Eventually, enough was enough, and she elbowed Art in the side.“I can t-take care of myself, especially if you’re both there to protect me. I really ... want t-to see...”.