Once he had his I refilled my cup as well."Say, I saw that photograph on your desk the other day, is that aStedwig?' He asked."Yeah, she painted that ...or me as a gift. The photograph doesn't reallydo it justice," I replied, not sure what he was on about."Fantastic artist that girl! Bought one of her works at the charityauction last week," he smiled. "If she happens for some reason or anotherto ever come around I'd love to meet her, tell her how much I admire herwork." Of course I'd be happy to. ) started raising and lowering her fat ass up and down my shaft, clenching both her anus and her buttocks together, once when both raising and then again when lowering. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and feeling. My cock was greasy with ass juice and there was a sordid earthy smell every time she bounced on my hardon. Not only was the inside of her ass the kinkiest, tightest thing I’ve ever felt, and her bowels a filthy sloshy bed of resistance around my cockhead.. But she was once again. I wondered what it was about the position that Tom would be willing to offer up Angel to get it. One thing I did know was that my hands off policy where Angel was concerned went into the trash can.I decided to strike while the iron was hot so to speak. I knew that Angel worked from home doing billing for several doctors, dentists and small local businesses. On the off chance she went home from the Inn I called her home number.“Hello?”“Good afternoon Angel. Paul Camelot here. How are you this. You're in the hospital. Everything's okay now."His eyes focused on Zelda's worried face. "What hospital?" he asked."Not the VA," she assured him. "Creel can't reach you here. Gordon McReady checked you in under an alias. Your name is now John Doe." Won't work," he told her as he became fully conscious and remembered the last beating. "I have to get home. They'll try to get that disc. I need to protect it." Jack, you damned fool, can't you get it through your head that other people might have a.