" he told me.I nodded, keeping my lips closed as I felt his mouth around my cock. I did tense up right then and there, but I didn't say a thing.At one...time I just couldn't hold it in any longer and I let a trapped moan escape my lips.Then he pulled at my ass, my legs up in the air so he got a good view of my asshole. "Are you ready for a good fucking?" Ian told me with a sexy glint in his eye."Y..." I want to say, but he shushed me. "Sor..." I started, but he growled and thrusted inside me.. She next checked all of her old images of the cured women, using the infilling detector she still had on her memory stick.The results were as she expected.Someone, probably Stefan, had replaced all of the old images with modified versions. Each had a little bit of noise added to the in-filled regions. Detecting the deliberately hidden worm trails in the doctored images had always been a delicate operation, and now she knew there was little hope of ever again showing that the images had been. Once with a fire opal ring that had been imprinted with a long history of death by murder of its owners, and the other a blue beryl necklace with a similar history of tragedy. For some reason jewelry, especially precious stones, is more susceptible to the imprinting of negative energies than most other items of wood and stone. The necklace was so innately evil that I sent it to a certain holy man in India for cleaning or permanent disposal. He didn't thank me. The ring is securely hidden in my. Berlinda began to shout encouragement in the way of “Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!” We moved across the apartment while I was still in her, and she fell on the footboard and began yelling, “Fuck me!”Soon the sex began to get more adventuresome.Berlinda’s apartment building faced another residential building, about 500 feet away. She told me that she kept her d****s drawn because she had seen a man with a telescope looking in her direction. I upped the ante, and with the light behind us,.