I knew she liked it so I began to tickle her anus a little. Missy started to move her finger in and out of me quicker now as my finger tickled her ana... opening. I could feel the ridges of it quiver as my finger slowly circled it. Then I moved my hand down lower and felt the lips of her wet pussy. Slowly, I stuck my finger inside her as she worked her finger inside me. Together, we fingered each other and began to moan at the same time. We were making sexual music together. Brantley now stood. Every time he sees you, we are together so maybe he’ll give up now.”They strolled along the beach. Sara slipped off her shoes and let them dangle from her fingers. Sloan had removed his tie and stuffed it in his jacket pocket. After just a few minutes on the sand Sloan laced his fingers through Sara’s. It was just a simple contact but warmed Sara to the core. She knew it was too late, but still if she had any sense, she would drop his hand and run. Run as far and as fast as she could, she was. What can I get you folks to drink?”Jake looking at Ted asks “You guys up for some margaritas?”Ted looks at Barb, gets an approving nod, and replies “Sure, sounds good to us”“Great” replies Jake looking at the waitress “bring us a pitcher of margaritas and four glasses”“OK great, any appetizers today?” replies Allison.Jake replies “I think we are good, what about you guys?”Ted responds “No thanks, we’re good today”Allison replies “Ok I’ll be back with your drinks in a few minutes” as she walks. The videos were taken in the parking lot at my birthday party as well as those from the TiMiDi club. Those should prove adequate for the two of them. That left Bob Anderson… the miserable son of a bitch. What could I do to drive a nail in his coffin?I reached in my purse for my throwaway cell phone and dialed a number from memory.“It’s me. Have you finished photoshopping the videotape I sent you?“You’re sure that the tape now shows no hint of anything except the scene of Bob Anderson raping me.