He started by inserting his fingers back into her dripping pussy. He fucked her slower this time, letting her feel every nerve explode with exquisite ...leasure. She ground her hips in time with his movements, moaning and whimpering her enjoyment. Once she looked as though she'd settled into his rhythm and was accustomed to what he was doing, he surprised her and curled his fingers up against her g-spot again. At the same time, he sped up and began finger-fucking her, furiously jamming his. I wanted to be his whore, though. I want to be your whore.” “Later, maybe,” he protested. “We have, you know, the other thing.” She lay with her head on his hip, holding his hardness and kissing it irregularly. “I want to taste you. Will there be enough after?” “After what?” “After we fuck and you come inside me. Will there be enough so you can come in my mouth later?” “I think so.” “All right,” she said, reluctantly. “I shouldn’t have told you I want you to come in my mouth, though.” “Why. Ten of the men were walking patrols down amongst the huts to make certain no one escaped and another ten men were picketed about the periphery of the settlement. The remaining twenty were sacked out by a big fire that was burning on the beach, sleeping in bedrolls. All the men on the periphery were watching the settlement and the shoreline and none of them were watching the land behind the settlement. When I asked the six men about the possibility of any alarms having been set out beyond the. One of them would remain on site to care for my guests during the presentation. When the caterers arrived and began setting up the food, I was happy to learn that Clara, the daughter of the owner of the catering business, would be the person to remain on site.Clara's last name seemed familiar to me, so before my guests started arriving, I went into the house to check the list of the remaining 24 ladies I would be inviting for future presentations and found her name on the list. I only had a.