My heart was racing, I slid my hand down her bottom carefully rubbing my fingers in between her legs. She responded by running her hand over my hard s...aft. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. She still wasn’t making eye contact, It was as if she thought if she looked at me she and I would have to stop. As I touched her she opened her legs a little more as if she was standing at ease, I saw that she had closed her eyes a little and was biting her bottom lip. Not only was I now hard as. I lay bent across the hard wooden desk, my bare ass high my long legs wide open and my cunt throbbing in anticipation, my crinkly pale pink butt-hole, winking at his cock as it touched it, with the lightest of initial contact, like a heat seeking missile it pressed home, pushing hard against the unyielding entrance, 'Your asshole is stretching', he said, and I could visualise those little soft skin crinkles, being pushed smooth, and I reached back and grabbed my bum cheeks, pulling them apart,. " Very well, I will see that arrangements are made so that you can see them. Do you want to tell them the truth about my involvement since you disappeared? Do you think they will understand that I knew the truth and kept it from them?" I think they will be angry at first, but they will understand. I will explain it to Tim when I talk to him. I will explain to him that I owe my life and my sanity to someone who was there for me throughout the ordeal. He will be grateful that I had someone to be. That night while I was watching the news of the bust on the television, I heard the fire alarm go off and went to see what the call was. I went to the fire panel and to my surprise it was Brian O'Mally's apartment, so I headed up to his apartment. I knocked and announced myself then entered as was policy. I had been trained in fire protection and there was thick smoke coming from the kitchen. I turned the corner going into the kitchen, and was startled to see the ebony beauty trying to put salt.