He moved slowly back down to place a gentle kiss on her lips just above her clit. Her hips moved again softly against him while her hand came round to...the back of his head. He kissed down in a slow circle staying just outside her lips then back up the other side while his hands massaged softly along her inner thighs. He moved his fingers up to rub just along the edge of her lips in slow pressing circles. A soft series of moans escaped her mouth. His fingers continued up her swelling lips until. She blushed, but turned around, pushing her ample buttocks out towards me. “It is in my behind,” she said meekly. I licked my lips, having waited for that moment, then guided her to my table where I bent her forwards as I knelt behind her.She was quite my type, a well-rounded, feminine woman with a butt that just asked to be fucked. I opened a few other straps, until her leather garments around her waist came all loose and fell to the floor, giving me easy access to the whole area between her. ‘Number Five is arguably unnecessary at this point, but why would you go this far and not seal the deal, right? Because nothing says ‘your ass is mine’ like a good hard knock to the back of the head.’ He said, and as if to emphasize he drew back and gave The Kid a hard open-handed slap to the back of the head, sending him to the floor with a thud. Lucille was still frozen, staring blankly in disbelief. The man in black took her hands, ignoring The Kid as he lie there defeated and helpless. He. I'm Martin. I saw you yesterday and thought you might be just hanging out and would like some company." After a moment, he added, "But you look like you are about to go out. So maybe not? Yes? No?" He was trying his best to be charming. She smiled. It was working. "Well, you don't seem like an axe murderer. And a little company for the sunset would be good. I remember you, Martin. You were checking me out. I waved. And so did you." She smiled a bit more, then said, "Sure, Martin, come in. We.