"Fuck Ethan," I gasp. He hums again and digs his fingers into my hips. “What else do you want?” he asks without removing his mouth from my skin. ... don’t answer for a moment as I caress the back of his neck. Does he really want me to say these things out loud? Ahh, there is something I am craving that it appears only he can give me. Fuck it. “Your head between my thighs," I say in a breathy voice. He’s smiling when he kisses me again. “You liked it?” He asks. I blush lightly when he pulls. See the fucking thing got a camera” he states dropping it back to the ground. “Bet the fucking rangers are on the way to retrieve the goddamn thing as we speak!”One of the other, a burly man names Oscar Dimarco inspects the wreckage with disdain. “Fucking shit as if trying to shoot that fucking baby rhino, isn’t enough now the fucking rangers are on our ass as well!” spitting out a mouthful of phlegm “Rood a quarter of a million isn’t worth it!”“Shut up Oscar, we’ll deal with one thing at a. I love how they feel against my skin and how my legs tingle when cold air brushes past them as I walk. I love the fact that I need to wear a suspender belt to hold them up and love how that feels as the straps tighten against my bottom and then there are the lace panties that I have bought to hold my private bits in place; all of these you understand purchased as a surprise present for my wife that will not be joining her hosiery collection.For some time now, I have been relishing in the. I knew the call from Jean would be coming and I awaited it with trepidation. It was nearly eleven p.m. when it came through. "What the hell do you think you are doing? I can have you charged with kidnapping and I just might do that too." Hello to you too, Jean." Jean wasn't even civil which peeved me, although expected. "Cassie begged me to bring her home, so I did. You could come home too, you know. The city is no fit place to live. You know if you get too nasty I can have you charged with.