It would be a shame for us to spend so much time and energy protecting her only to have her keel over of a stress-induced heart attack.”“So you do...’t want to ride her like a well-trained cutting horse?” Tom smiled slightly.“In the words of one of the few US Marshals I respect, I didn’t say that.” Bob returned his crooked smile.“You know it’s never good to mix business with pleasure,” said Jenkins.“I know. But she’s so provincial I can’t help feeling like bringing her into the twenty-first. After cock-slapping her lips and face a few times to tease her, I told her she could worship my cock with her mouth. She started licking and teasing the tip of my cock. I let her play with the head for a few minutes before commanding her to deep throat me. She didn't respond quickly enough, so I grabbed the back of her head and rammed my cock all the way into her mouth and down her throat. After mouthfucking her for a few moments (which Donna loves), she was moaning heavily and near orgasm. Alternately, his fingers were incredibly adept at finding my clitoris during anal sex, which also led to incredibly intense orgasms. The anal sex was rarely as hard as the first time we did it. Whatever position we were in, Clint would often fuck it slow - watching my ass suction it as it pushed inside of me as well as when his dick tried to pull out. The pace would speed up as he was about to cum and then we’d go about our day as normal. Today was no different. I had finished my day shift. Old Pastrini, our former acquaintance, received the traveller at the door, hat in hand. The traveller alighted, ordered a good dinner, and inquired the address of the house of Thomson & French, which was immediately given to him, as it was one of the most celebrated in Rome. It was situated in the Via dei Banchi, near St. Peter's. In Rome, as everywhere else, the arrival of a post-chaise is an event. Ten young descendants of Marius and the Gracchi, barefooted and out at elbows, with one hand.