Even at that, she asked only rarely, she didn't want to annoy him, because she knew that would only make him more stubborn."... and the well-known nig...t-club owner, Jay Snyder," said the newsman, interrupting Mike's reverie. He sat forward to watch, all attention now. Jay Snyder was the object of Mike's personal crusade--he knew that Snyder controlled almost all the prostitution and illicit white slavery traffic in Los Angeles, and even if no one else believed him, he was going to put Snyder. ”The silence was deep and sudden. We weren’t entirely out of range of the noise of civilization, but we were certainly way down from the normal noise.“I love it,” she said. “Almost like a cathedral back in those cypresses.”“I like that image,” I said. “Let me get the johnboat into the water.”The little aluminum boat is light. I tossed it over the side easily, and then more carefully loaded a couple of marine batteries and an electric trolling motor into the boat.“Grab the camera bag while I get. I swiftly pulled my head to the side, but that didn’t worry him at all. Jonas began to lick, and then nibble on my ears. As he started grinding his teeth on my lobes I yelped.“Give me your fucking mouth, boy, or I won’t stop biting,” he warned. When I turned my head, his lips assaulted my mouth feverishly and soon, I willingly joined the oral tussle, with our mouths in a life and death struggle, as I found myself becoming totally ensnared. When Jonas finally lifted his head later, a web of spit. His taste buds were savoring her salty, musky taste as his tongue ran along and then in between her inner and outer lips. He continued lapping at her until he sensed that she was getting ready to come, and then he backed off, contenting himself with sucking and trailing a series of light butterfly kisses along the inside of her thighs, ignoring her pleas to "Make me come!" Patiently waiting until her pending climax subside a little and then he renewed his teasing once more, burrowing his face.