I dropped my head back against the couch and closed my eyes. God she was good."You don't have a chance," she said confidently. She watched and studied...my body's movement in response to her touch, reading me perfectly. She went back and forth from gentle strokes with her fingernails to harder passes over my cock.My back began to arch and my ass began to squirm as we both knew she was bringing me dangerously close to orgasm. "Oh shit! Shit!" I squealed, revealing how close I really was to defeat.. Was definitely *not* happy. More accurately and bluntlystated, she was thoroughly pissed off. Matthew Sorenson wasone of her few male friends, and at that precise moment, shewas helpless to do anything substantive to help him. CatDonovan *hated* feeling helpless, and she damned well wasgoing to find whoever had done this to her friend. She wastall, powerfully built and competent in far too many ways ofbringing pain and death to her fellow humans to be takenlightly. More importantly, at. It didn't really matter if he fucked her out in the open or not because there wasn't anyone around for miles."I have something special for you," he said digging into his pocket, pulling out a slender glass tube. Her eyes squinted as she tried to focus on what he was holding. Reaching down to his pocket, Jimmy pulled out the small bag he showed me earlier and aBic lighter. I watched as he dropped a couple of the small rocks through the open hole and sparked the lighter. I swallowed hard knowing. It gives an address and a contact number. It also opens up, revealing a page full of fine print and detailed instructions. You vow to read it later, if you decide to go. You mention it to your partner, who convinces you it’ll be fun. You never really go out together anymore, and to be honest, a little fun could be exactly what you need. So you agree to go. You arrive at the address easily; it wasn’t exactly hard to find. Apparently, the Porcelain Doll had done well for herself. The place,.