What a tough bitch. Now she'll try to con me.She had a little accent. It sounded maybe mexican, anyway spanish. "Who sent you? CIA? I spit on the fuck...ng CIA. How are your balls?" I grinned. "Sore Baby. Too bad, 'cuz you got a nice butt. Listen, your next move will be to try to get me to relax, and then hit me or whatever you do. Well it won't work. I spit on the CIA too. Why don't you tell me whats going on?"She twisted her head around to look at me. "You look like shit, you know that? Why. Thereʼs just no such thing as privacy there -- or at least thatʼs what I was told.”“Un huh, so, Iʼm taking you someplace much more private, just like you asked for.”“I said private, not the Arctic wilderness. Iʼm cold.”“Well, what do you expect for early March,” he replied turning up the heater.“Besides I hear youʼre pretty hot yourself.”“Oh, is that so? And just what else have you heard about me?”“Well, the word is that Diana Freeman is just about the best looking girl in school. I certainly. Ann only had Larry fuck her nine times since that day, and seven of those times he spilled his seed into Natalie while Ann observed the injections into her friend from inches away. Her dad had turned his focus on Natalie for the most part, but he still left two loads of his greasy sperm in his daughter in those five weeks when Natalie was at her house and unavailable to meet with Larry. When he finished, he always plunged harder and deeper into her than William did, but Ann was certain that. Reflexively, defensively, the teenage girl ground salaciously back against his cock, then met Jason's forward thrusts with lunges that were at first vain attempts for escape--but then became something more... became, almost without her conscious knowledge, the thrusts of enjoyment, of a strange, weirdly soaring pleasure! With a reversal of emotion, the pain and terror and the humiliation faded from her suddenly greedily churning body, and was replaced by a more basic desire! She was aroused.