‘Shh, darling,’ Gerard said, stilling himself and allowing her to acclimate to him. ‘The worst is over, it will feel good from now on. I promise...’ Elizabeth nodded, the discomfort already fading as she began to feel full. ‘It does not hurt anymore,’ she said, smiling softly up at Gerard. ‘Thank God,’ Gerard replied, leaning down to kiss her once more as his hips began a steady rhythm between her legs. She was so tight and warm, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was ready to finish.. Maybe I'd better be on my way." Well, Jee-zus dude, whadya expect? Here you are undressing me with your eyes as if I were your typical dumb blonde, and just how do you want me to react? I've been in a foul mood all day since our resident booth bimbo took sick and I had to sub for her. Me, a veep in Product Development, can you believe that?" My humblest apologies, Miz Kyra. I admire brains even more than I do finely-machined body contours, with all due respect. And your outfit -- I mean. She chastised herself for the sympathy. Andrew man sighed. ‘So how long have you been after me?’ Leah continued to ignore her sandwich, choosing instead to pick at her short nails. ‘Two or three weeks.’ She replied. ‘Where did you put it?’ ‘You mean you don’t know?’ Andrew answered. ‘I take it you’ve looked in all the usual places?’ She shrugged and ran her fingertips under her tired eyes. ‘It’s not every day that an agent goes rogue and steals three canisters of experimental CN-20 nerve toxin. Softly at first, and then I rubbed harder. I slid two fingers down my slit and moaned out load as I imagined someone doing it for me. One finger inside and I gasped, head still tilted back and eyes closed, my mind’s eye showing me all sorts of dirty scenes. Two fingers inside and I moaned again. A raspy moan like I’d lost my voice. “Ooh. Oh that’s good. Don’t stop baby,” I murmured. I kept stroking myself, sliding my fingers in and out, my breathing quickening and my moans becoming more.