I'm not," I protested. "I just," my mind flailed about. I just what? What could I say? "I just... wondered, why she got off so quickly on my arm," I f...nished lamely."Hmmm," Lisa mused, engaging that dangerous mind of hers. "I wonder," she said, nibbling on the tip of her finger. "Maybe she likes the feel of something big there. You have strong arms." You think she uses... really?" Dildoes? Sure. She's been alone for years, right?"I nodded."Well, maybe she uses real big ones but is tired of. I felt what I thought was his tongue and felt my ass getting wet and it was driving me crazy. Then I felt something enter my ass and realized he was finger fucking me with his spit wet finger. I wasn't sure where this was going but I was not ready to loose my ass cherry tonight."Relax boy, I'm just loosening up this tight ass of yours. Feels like you haven't had something in this ass for a very long time."I told him the only thing that had ever been in that ass was a few women's tongues and my. He swiped his arm across his muddied face and dug a pebble from his forehead. He scrubbed at his eyes and when he at last found he could open them, he froze at the sight kneeling before him."Are you real or are you an angel?" He sputtered past the remnants of mud in his mouth.The strawberry blonde blushed to the roots of her silky hair and then she brushed away some of the mud that remained on his cheek."I am most certainly real. What is your name, monsieur?" She responded in a mock haughty. “Now I know you were expecting something more formal, but I’m going to have to insist we’re get even more casual.”Townsend swallows nervously. “W-what do you have in mind?”“Well, I don’t suppose you brought a bathing suit with you,” she says.Townsend shakes his head.“That’s alright,” Beatrix reassures at him with a new kind of smile. It is almost predatory. “Just go in that room and find something.”The reporter glances toward the room she is indicating with her finger. “I think we are getting a.