She started walking faster, so I followed her holding hands.Arriving at the museum, it was closing in an hour, she paid both entrances and took me to ...he most hidden place. Just some stairs up and she said "Here it is. Do not ask me who told me of this place." Her hands on the botton of her pants and I don't forget what she said to me: "you know why I brought you here, right?. Before I could answer anything, she dropped her pants to the level of her white asscheeks, laid against the wall,. Casey wasn’t hungry but she knew she had to eat. She planned to be as defiant as possible and needed all the strength she could get. She gobbled the soggy bread and drank the water, licking every last drop. She knew the pastor would be involved. The pervert. She couldn’t believe they had a medieval torture room in the church basement. She had just been on the rack. What else were they hiding behind those curtains, she wondered. She wouldn’t mind finding out.For now she was in a tiny dark space,. She was moaning loud and she was getting orgasm. I can feel that with her behavior with me on the bed. I removed her pants now and kissed like anything on her thighs. She forced me to kiss her vagina. I was scared to do that. But she was in no mood to listen to me. She just pulled my head towards her lovehole and i started kissing her. Initially i was really uncomfortable. But i managed to comfort her with bites and kisses on her vagina.. I did that for ten minutes and i started caressing her. The nurses station was on the first floor. All the nurses wore turtlenecks. They had beige pants that were creased rather perfectly in each leg. They wore Doc Martins. Their shoes had spaghetti colored laces. Johnny was the day guard. He had sculpted arms and an under whelming gut. He was the guy that announced your presence and your purpose to the nurse that was on staff. He whistled an Eric Clapton tune while he waited for the door to buzz him in. The door buzzed, Johnny whistled. He did a.