As I walk up behind you, my footsteps alert you, so I bound forward and grab your hair, forcing your face forward! "Don't look at me, no screaming, an... you will not get hurt!" I force your head down, in turn curling your body from the waist, your long torso taking up the contour of the table. I use my knee to force your powerful firm thighs apart, I take a scarf from my pocket and slide my hand down your leg to your ankle. I bound your joint to the table leg, and in turn,bind your other ankle. The security guard looked like he was arguing with the driver, so out of curiosity I walked over. Just as I reached the shack, the driver stuck a pistol out of the window and shot the guard. He went down, bleeding from the shoulder. I pulled my forty and shot the driver as he started to get out of the car. The sound of the shot must have reached the cottage, because in a minute or so Farley came running from the back of the house."Intruders, Farley, get everyone in the main house until I get it. My fingers running down and pulling your panties aside and start to finger fuck you from behind. The driver I can see is biting her lip.You continue sucking me the sounds of a wet blow job are through the car. The traffic is slow from construction and the driver has slid the window down more. She has a view of your ass in the air and my fingers buried into your from behind. Just as you are about to cum I slide my fingers into your ass, you let lose a groaning moan and cum all over my hand. Your. ’ He held her tightly, leading the way to his bed. ‘Wait,’ said Jake, stopping midway to his room. ‘When you said ‘sleep with me’, did you mean…?’ ‘No, dumbass. I mean I’m tired and need you to cuddle me while I sleep,’ she groaned. * * Katrina stood in her studio, pondering over her next piece. Her heart was set on an orchard scene, something simple, yet elegant. She drew a bit, then discarded it, not liking her initial vision of the orchard. The next few attempts met a similar fate. She was.