I whimpered. Every insult was arousing me. Now I wanted this bastard to stop playing with me and just fuck me. But yet he continued his play.His naugh...y finger, now drenched and slippery from my juices, slipped out of my cunt. He began rubbing up toward my very tight asshole. I shivered and the man noticed it.“In the ass, bitch…? That’s where you want it, right…?” He asked.He pulled my hair again and then I nodded. I heard him spitting and then a finger was probing my tight rosebud.Slowly he. Far beyond the scope of anything I imagined.”“Well, no shit!” I replied.“In the political arena, when the ship starts to list, the rats scurry for the lifeboats,” The Professor said. “Women and children be damned, they are going to save themselves. They certainly do not step forward and announce to the world that they are the ones responsible for the holes in the bottom.”“Shit,” I mumbled. “What ... can I do anything?”“The genie isn’t going back into the bottle,” The Professor told me.“These. The knowledge of that portfolio in our house had been driving me to distraction ever since. I can't begin to tell you how hot Tish is. Athletic, but voluptuous with long wavy blond hair and dark brown eyes she had been a regular masturbatory fantasy since she started showing up at our house up to use our pool. I was now aching to toss off to those sexy pictures.(Yes, it was a pathetic goal, but at forty three your horizons are limited.)Unfortunately I didn't know where those pictures might be.. He could feel achill in his heart. Michael had never felt this way about anyone, noteven with Janine. Had he fallen in love with his best friend?Michael couldn't take it anymore; he grabbed the back of her head,feeling the soft hair, and leaned up to kiss her. It was passionate andintimate, almost like two long lost lovers who had not seen each other ina long time. Her lips felt heavenly and her tongue seemed to have a lifeof its own. Her supple skin felt like micro-orgasms on his nerves..