He pulled her up grabbed her cheeks then kissed her deep and passionately like he had never kissed anyone before. He lifted her up and his tongue trac...d streaks of fire across her stomach, a low tormented growl came from his throat as his teeth bit gently into her hip.'l want to take you now' he murmured as his eyes hotly roamed over her exposed breasts.Jane nodded her head in a submissive "yes".Even though he was in fine physical shape he needed a minute to catch his breath before he moved to. Len Thomas had a girlfriend, but it wasn’t serious. Jessica Snow was married. Bernard Watkins and Ronnie were single. Bob was the “old man” in the group, but he only had a few years on Dick.Jessica and Len tended to hang together, in part because each of them had gone through the same things in terms of telling a significant other, “Honey, I’m off to someplace I can’t tell you about, to live in primitive conditions with the woman I’m helping to protect. Yes, she’s the one who four marshals died. The bed springs squeak louder with each thrust, echoing throughout the bedroom. My screams of pleasure could be heard over the squeaking and I am sure, out the open window. I reach back and rub my clit as I feel his swollen balls slap against me. Not long after I screamed out. ‘God Randy, I’m cuming!’ The nectar flows out my honey pot, down my inner thighs. Randy has marvelous staying power and pulls himself from me. Suddenly, I feel him licking the nectar from my thighs and up to my slit. His. I knew he was going to beat me, he’d made me grab it before. But this time, when I grabbed it and heard him rush toward me from behind, he wrapped duct tape around my wrists, and fastened my hands to the barbell’s center pole. I don’t know how much it weighed, but it was too heavy for me to lift, too heavy to be anywhere but on the floor, even. And the barbell had a small stand that supported the weighted ends so it wouldn’t roll. It wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was I. He kicked my.