I slide in and out, I hear you catch your breath, I continue finger banging you, and we are at the top. My hand exits as you walk off the escalator, t...rn left and get on the final escalator.I sniff at my fingers, and believe when I say they smell delicious. I leap forward, my hand under your skirt and as you stand there, your legs are already apart in anticipation. I push the thong panties aside and roughly fuck your cunt with two fingers. My arm moving, fingers ramming in and out of you. Going. I am not ready. And even if I needed more help, which I don’t, the last person I would get to help me is you!” Edward had never liked Samuel, had never trusted his raw ambition and his tendency to look down on his students, or grad assistants, or anyone he felt beneath him -- which, now that he thought about it, was just about everyone.As he began to pick up the scattered papers, he glared at the rude interrupter, warning him to stay away as he collected everything he could find.One notebook,. "Don't know, maybe your father. Does he have some other white men that work for him, horsemen?"She nodded. "Uh huh. There's a family, Hatcher, old man, the one that was whipping me, and his three boys, big, hellions. They work for him. He let's 'em at the girls sometimes an' watches what they does." Could be," I said, hefting my loaded and primed musket and clipping on the huge bayonet. The woman looked at the blade and licked her lips."He sometimes gives 'em girls as ree-wards, young girls". I think they’ve had enough of the drink fer noo, from the looks of it.’ Heather said, as she looked at the cups of whisky being poured and the number of cups they had quaffed down already. The two women went and stood in front of their respective others and took hold of their hands. The glazed look of intoxication was full on their faces, but they still had enough of their wits about them. Heather smiled as she looked into Grayson’s paling, blue eyes, knowing he deserved this time to enjoy as.