He stood behind her, gave a soft chuckle of triumph, and felt under her arms to squeeze her breasts. She gasped and started to struggle."Just stand st...ll, Christine," he hissed. "It's a lot better than five years in prison and a lifelong felon's record." I won't be fondled," she shot back. His hands were hot and heavy on her breasts, through the robe."I think you will, Christine. I've got you dead to rights. I went to prison on account of you, and I've been looking forward to this meeting for a. Long fingers touched his hand that hugged the glass. The nails were a deep shining red. He looked up and straight into her green eyes. She was so close that her riot of red curls almost caressed his face.She chuckled."I saw you last time, you know? Thought I didn't? I did. I remember how your eyes almost popped out to roll down the counter."Her fingers made a merry trip down the bar and over it. When she did she laughed and leant forward. Her tits were as creamy and exposed as in his loneliest. . . no, you'd laugh at me.”“No I won't, I promise, you let me be me. Let me film you in your fantasy too, Sweetheart, I promise I won't laugh.”“Would you think I was being bad, if I was . . acting naughty.”“Well, what are you thinking about?” she hesitated, suspecting possibly something sexual. But I had a way to approach the subject sideways, even though of course my interest in such was aroused, in more ways than one, but in one obvious way. Even with my clothes still on she could tell I. You pumped in and out with your fingers eagerly, biting my earlobe while thrusting your digits faster and deeper, in and out, in and out, endlessly. I slowly slid my ass up and down on your soapy cock, feeling every vein, and its pulsing and twitching. My eyes closing... My legs trembling... My heartbeat drumming… Gasping for air, my hormones were beginning to boil. Suddenly a spasm hit my body like an earthquake. I screamed your name like a banshee, as wave after wave of delirious pleasure.