I moaned against his shoulder, driven to new heights of pleasure. Only moments before I had been in agony, but the same action brought me wave after p...lsating wave of pleasure.His pace was slow and measured at first, letting me get used to the feel of him being inside me. As he gradually quickened the pace, my hips rocked against his, falling in a mesmerizing rhythm. My back was arching, my face buried in his neck as he pushed deeper and deeper with every stroke. I could feel him, his hardness. I guess you want an explanation? Inquired Janice. Well&hellip,yeah. Okay. Responded Jessica. We already told you that were models, so we travel a lot. Most of the time, we dont have enough time to meet guys and hang out with them, and get&hellip,close. Continued Janice. We both have a&hellip,uh&hellip,.high sex drive. Said Jessica. After awhile we both got tired of not having guys to satisfy our urges, so we turned to each other. Janice said, taking over again. But&hellip,thats incest! They. I slow down my pace so we enjoy the wand together. She curses up a storm, it sounds so hot. I continue to pound that delicate pussy hard until I feel the pressure building up inside and then she pulls up, my cock spilling out of her with her juices gushing out onto me. She squirts everywhere, drenching me. Very good girl.I slide out from under her and tie her ankles to another contraption I rigged up, she's completely off the ground, elevated up, legs spread wide open. I flood her ass with. Col’s portrait accompanied me there, along with the FDJ poster, both of which elicited nosy questions, which I ignored, from the infrequent visitors I allowed into my room.As my first term at Cambridge drew to a close, I managed to screw up my courage and head to London to see if I could get anywhere with MI6 in person where my letters had failed. I was expecting the sort of security arrangements seen in 2000 era Bond films, but in 1965 MI6 seemed almost comically relaxed when I walked up the.