Page took the phone from Joey and placed it on the floor where it could record Betty’s ‘dance of discomfort’ and said to Joey, “C’mon, while...she’s occupied, search the rest of the house.” In the half hour it took the girls to ransack the house, the ice cube had melted enough that Betty managed to expel it, but not the discomfort it had created.Page and Joey finally returned to the living room and retrieved the phone before heading toward the balcony door. “Wait,” Joey said turning back to look. She asked me about them and I told her what I knew, which wasn't much, but told her I had a friend who could. I also told her that the papers were too valuable to keep in that little tin box and offered to put them in my safe until she could get a safety deposit box. She agreed, put them back in the box and gave me a key. We then went over my bid and suggestions. She only made a few changes and these didn't affect the price any appreciable amount. When we finished she said there was one more. The man, without using a condom, slowly and steadily pushed his throbbing member inside of my boyfriend. Mark let out a cry of pain that quickly turned to a moan of pleasure. The man began thrusting harder and harder grabbing onto Marks hair and pulling his head back.By this time I had my skirt around my waist and my panties on the ground. I pinched my clit and held back a moan. Pinching and twisting my nipples with one hand I began slowly fingering myself. Thrusting my fingers in again and. He triggered that integral survival instinct in all humans; flight or fight. She wanted to back away from him while stripping off her clothes a piece at a time and she’d frequently fantasised about him dominating her, body and mind, until she was unsure of where she ended and he began. It wasn’t in line with her view of women in modern society or her God given right to stand next to them, independent and bursting with self righteous free will. And yet, despite all of the calculated logic in her.