“This will help increase the sensitivity of your other senses, fuck doll.” Her last glimpse was of Victoria, whose stoicism had vanished and had ...een replaced by a black painted tear rolling down her cheek and a hand over her chest and one over her mouth. She felt four strong hands grip her legs and bend them back, opening and holding them there. Someone spat on her and rubbed it first, encompassing her whole pussy, then spat again and she felt two large fingers penetrating her. One of the. ." He pounded the mattress with his fist. "Fuck ... I'm so sorry, Lynne." It's okay. I'm not upset. It helps me understand you better." She continued fingering his hair. "You still love her, don't you?" I lost her a long time ago." But -- you'd love to have her back."His eyes filled and he began stroking tears from his face. "Lynne -- I would give anything to have her back. Anything. Oh, God ... I'm so, so sorry..." It's all right. I do hope they cure her, Thomas. I really do ... for your. Aahhh," she moaned as I filled her up again.She was so fucking hot. I couldn't hold myself back anymore, and I started moving inside her. I was leaning over her with my hands on either side, her legs spread and folded at the knees as we got into nice hard rhythm. Her hands moved all over my body - moving over my back, grazing my chest and they finally came to rest on my clenched hips as I drove my cock inside her, trying to keep me in for as long as possible."That's it baby, don't. Police men were of course paired up in 2 beds so as to save cost on rooms for the company. But there was never 2 officers in the same room at a time. As one left to go to work, the other would come in to sleep. Brian (the Police Officer I had gotten to know), as I said, would come in and we would chat for awhile, and then he would head off to bed. It went this way for awhile until the last few days of December when he had called me at about 4:00am because of a broken heater in his room. He.