You pull until your wrists start to burn, but there’s no escaping. Still panting, you look around, listen. There’s still no light, no sound. The o...ly comforting fact was the texture of carpeting beneath your bare feet. Nothing bad can happen on such a soft carpet you tell yourself, before you start to cry.After what felt like hours, you hear the creak of a door opening behind you. You try to learn something from the sound, but all hinges sound the same. After the door closes, there is silence. Jason was able to identify the room containing the safe and get back downstairs before he was noticed. This was another example of the arrogance and sloppy security exhibited by the Sydney Ducks—they were so sure that the "rubes" were too afraid of them to be a real problem.Jason noted that the gambling hall closed for the day (night?) at 5:00 AM, so he planned to show up at about 6:00 AM to relieve them of their daily take before it could be picked up and taken to headquarters. Jason returned. I started to move my hand again, but this time, I used my middle finger in her pussy and fingered her ass with my index finger, using some of the liquid she released when she came. She reacted once again but this time, she grabbed my wrist and pushed it into her. My finger slid into her ass and she moaned loud. I could feel that she was getting close again and I pulled my hand out.I kissed her lips once more and then to her neck. It was easy to tell that she loved it when I did this. I kissed a. Her pleas only got louder and dirtier: "Goddamn it, why won’t you fuck me? I need you to fuck me now! I gotta have cock! Gimme that stallion cock of yours! I need you to ram it in my cunt and pound my ass! C’mon boy, fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me-fuck me-fuck me!!!" And with that I grabbed two handsful of her fine wide brown ass and mounted her, thrusting in to the hilt which turned her last word into a scream, and she collapsed her head and shoulders onto the floor, thrusting her ass.