He picked up a pencil to log the call, then answered the phone. “Security desk, Bill speaking.”“Hi Bill.” The woman’s vo...ce was soft and smooth. “It’s Jayde. I’m hoping that you can help me.”“I’ll do what I can, ma’am. What seems to be the trouble?”“Ah, well, no trouble, so to speak. But, um, I was hoping that you could come in the conference room. My friend Mae said that you were very, uh, creative, in helping. So good...”She knew exactly what to do with me the saucy experienced bitch. Manipulating me around, so she could lick out my arsehole. If I thought her pussy work was divine her butt crack work was bliss. Her tongue just slotting into my tight pink starfish perfectly. Tongue and arsehole made for each other. I was in the enjoyment zone and expressed my happiness with : “Orrgh yeah...that is heaven...please , please more” and she did, her tongue circling my rim and her fingers gaping my back. She was flexible, putting in the beads was no problem she thought and she sat on a chair and felt the back of her pussy and knew that she had already some precum on her. She was completely involved in the moment! She placed two of the vibrating beads and pushed them slowly inside. First one and then the next. It was a strange feeling now that they were in but she was soon ok. She left the end of the string outside her pussy. She hated the thought of getting it all in and going to a doctor to. Where did he come from?Reacting far faster than I could have Wendy pulled him into the hut. You ask why she could react faster. My legs are still in one leg of my ass to the front pants ... my shoes still tied together ... and I'm still a little blue in the face ... but I'm getting better.Wendy picked up the weapon ... a Ruger .22 with a stainless steel "can".'Fall down, ' she thought to us all. She fired four shots out the smoke hole. "pfft" "pfft" "pfft" "pfft" A silenced 22 isn't silent..