I was lawyer to your late grandfather, George Blake. I am sorry to inform you of his demise, but I can tell you he passed peacefully surrounded by peo...le he loved on the island he loved.It also seems as though you are the sole heir to his estate, since your father's passing in 2009. As a result of this, George has left you an inheritance. Along with various lower-priced possessions, Mr. Blake has bequeathed unto you his holiday home on Fretton Island, his Tiritole Group Membership License and. ‘Mark, I don’t suppose you have a fantasy that involves Marcy getting screwed by strange men?’ ‘Hell no! Why would any body want that for their wife?’ ‘Well Mark, the world is full of all kinds.’ ‘I’ll tell you right now that’s not for me, I love Marcy. Well I did before tonight anyway.’ I could see that he was becoming agitated. I needed to get him under control before we did have a 10-16. ‘Look Mark, I want you to calm down. We don’t need to take this to the station now do we?’ ‘Oh god no,. .." Ooooohhhh..." Lynn's voice rose in a despairing avail, her hands pushed themselves forcefully against her ears, and her eyes closed tight as though desperately trying to shut off every trace of the outside world -- a world that now seemed peopled with a million pairs of eyes, all staring into the corruption of her soul, laughing and watching as she tried to hide her nakedly defiled body behind the transparency of her shame. "Nnnnoooo..." Her voice filled the cabin and blotted everything. He frantically pounded her pussy with a ferocious determination, as if his life depended on making her come. Nica in turn undulated beneath him, meeting his every thrust, her cunt chomping greedily at his hard rod, desperately trying to hold it as it slipped back out of her, only to thrust in again, deeper, ever deeper."Fuck me, Carlos!" she cried out, the prayer of a tortured soul. "Fuck me! I only want to fuck! I don't want to think! Fuck me harder, Carlos! Fuck it all away!"He responded to.