"He has a one-track mind." Really... ?" June drawled with a twinkle in her eye. "Do bears fuck the same way we do?" I've never actually seen them in t...e act, Madame, but I believe they do it dog-fashion, if Madame will excuse the expression," Jock answered, taking her glass from her and setting it on the floor. "Bears really don't have much imagination, love," he murmured in her ear as he pushed her down on the bed and speared his pointed tongue between her parted willing lips. Before she. After I get his asshole lubed up, I slowly ease my finger into his ass. I find his prostate and gently rub it. Precum just oozing out of his cock. He is still harder than nails, however, he is not on the edge. Now, I can stroke him a little longer. Stroking, then slowing down, stroking and slowing down. We have been at this for more than 2 hours. He is on the verge of begging to just shoot a load. I get off the bed and lube my ass good. I then untie Jack's legs. I straddle him, then. "Your crotch is soaked. Yeah, I'd say so."Grace nodded. "So, I'll bet you I can walk back through the dining hall and absolutely nobody will say a word about it." Yeah, right," scoffed the brunette. "You're gonna sneak through the kitchen, or pull your shirt down over it, or hide it with a tray or something, right?" Absolutely not. I won't carry anything, and you can arrange my shirt however you like. I'll even stop and talk to people. My only condition is that you can't point it out to anybody. Once inside, he opened up his sealing canister, submerged the nail in the interior water-filled capsule, and secured it in a hovering vacuum, thereby locking away its influence. Once again, Jason drew his cellphone and typed in the thirteen digit number,"This is Jason Stevens, intern in Section 8. My ID number is 6347H2I9Q2." Welcome to the office of the BSC. How may I direct your call?" a woman asked."I have found a Black Stigmata nail. I've locked it up in my canister and now I just need.