Now why dont you come on by tomorrow, Ms. Lewis has something we need her to do Alright, sir. I will, Rachel responded, feeling a little bit better. T...e next day was a terrible one for Amy Lewis. All night, she had been locked in a small, cramped bedroom that was situated in the apartment Greenes organization headquartered from. She felt like crying, and multiple times during the night, had contemplated suicide. Nevertheless, she had decided she was going to rough it out and make it to the next. . fuck, you’re so good,” he whined, as he lightly thrust his hips.‘That’s it, baby,’ I thought to myself. ‘Cum inside my mouth and give me that delicious creamy milk. Mommy needs her milk.’I reached behind his balls and rubbed his perineum gently, slowly making my way behind him to his butt. I slid a finger between his tight cheeks and rubbed over his anus with the tip of my finger. He grabbed my hand and pressed my finger deeper into him, so I responded by gently pushing it farther into his. Now, that’s a neat thought – getting felt up and not being expected to go all the rest of the way. It came into his conscious mind for the first time that sometimes, sex was just too tiring. The fleeting thought hit him that some men preferred a good game of golf to sex, and he understood now why. He realized that she was just playing with it, not expecting him to “have sex” with her. This was a shock, not being expected to “complete the act” just because she was stimulating him. This was a. I can't fight this anymore. One little taste won't hurt. Just one memory to take with me when I leave.Bas's moan rumbled in his throat before he lifted and pressed her against the trunk of the nearest cedar tree. Tearing his mouth from hers, he drew a deep breath into his oxygen-deprived lungs. When he ground his aching cock against her mound, she wrapped her slender legs around his waist to pull him closer. The pleasure was like nothing else she'd ever experienced before. I want him! I don't.