I shouldered my book bag and headed out to meet her."Morning, there," she said. "He hasn't killed you yet?"I giggled. "We tried killing each other. Pa...sed out. That's ALMOST killed, isn't it?" Don't be graphic, Kimberly," Jen snapped."Not graphic at all. And tell me that you don't..." I'm not telling you any such thing." Well, I never knew it would be like this. I mean, just a physical act..."Jen sighed. "But that's what you and I talked about more than once. It shouldn't be just a physical. My clever fingers won’t let you come, but they won’t let you rest either, and now you’re shaking your head and mumbling something.Let’s loosen the ball gag and see if you’re ready to talk...“Please, please, don’t finger-fuck me any more, I just can’t take it.””Gah! I’m onto your Br’er Rabbit tricks - you’ve actually been enjoying this all along! Well let’s see how you feel about this...”And I stroke hard, front and back, while sucking on a distended nipple, until you scream and come, and come,. "It's tight in the corners, Jack. A fine ride." Glad you liked it, Grizz," Jack said, beaming his salesman's smile. "Whythis baby has everything. It even tosses salad."That caught Grizzly's attention."Now wait, dixie," Stacey said. "What's this about tossing salad? Was thisdamn conjugal visit catered?" No, Mrs. Jackson," I said, blushing behind my mask. "Tossing salad is aprison term for...uhm...eating ass." Oh, my heavens!" she gasped. "I had no idea!" To make the act more...palatable...the. " and turned to Lady Helen asking her about her husbands health.Brand reached for his water glass, listening politely to the Lady, suddenly his hand jerked and his glass tipped over. A footman came over and dabbed at the spreading water, leaving quickly after a glare from Brand. Brands Grandfather gave him a look and leaned over to say something when Brand suddenly wiggled in his chair almost sliding under the table, his hands under the table cloth. The old gentlemen raised an eyebrow at his.