Trying to mimic my friend's motionless expression, concentrating my gaze at the film is becoming increasingly difficult as he's trying to tug my trous...rs downwards, even though I'm sat on them! I suppose I ought to either object or co-operate and given the condition of my throbbing dick, there is really no choice. Upon lifting my ass tentatively off the seat, my friend leans across my lap and my trousers and underpants both drop down to my knees. Instead of then sitting up to play with my cock. Then he moved up. His finger found my clitoris and lovingly teased it, moving back and forth, then around, until he achieved the response he wanted from me. I groaned when he found my secret: the motion the satisfied me most, the one I used on myself, and he used it to enhance my pleasure. Soon, my moans were steady and urgent, my hips bucking, trying to force him deeper. But he teased and teased, an evil grin on his face. Finally, he kissed my neck. The sudden distraction from his diddling. “What about the 1911’s?” Danni asked.“It says he has 2 of the Singer and 6 of the Union Switch and Signal.” He replied.“Singer ... As in the sewing machine company?” Heather asked.“They made around 500 before Pearl harbor. They’re one of the most sought-after models by collectors. They usually auction out for anywhere between fifty to one hundred and fifty thousand. The Union Switch ones are usually easier to find, but still, they start at around five thousand for collectors.” Paul. Rob, wasn’t it? Robert deGranville. Would you fuck him again?’ Constance roused with a heated anger. ‘I would sooner see Rob made to suffer. Whatever I am now, ’tis what he made me. He stole my innocence, used me as his whore, and when he caught me with Enrique, he beat me and raped me. I should like to see the same happen to him.’ ‘Would you truly?’ ‘I would! Let Rob be strapped over a bench and have his bottom striped with lashes, and then let someone stab an enormous cock up his arse and.