He pressed me up against the cold wall, my body rippling in goose bumps. My ache for him was deeper now, inside me. His lips reached my neck and with ...ne quick motion he filled me. I had never felt more complete. It was like we were made to fit. I wrapped my arms around him, and hooked my right leg around his bottom, encouraging him deeper inside despite the impossibility. Then he started to thrust, my hips fell into his rhythm, while my fingernails clawed out my pleasure on his back. Ted took. Penley wondered if he could get out of there, but Eden turned and gave him a warning look that kept him standing where he was.?Eden clapped and Zelide looked at the floor modestly. "That ain't nothin'." she said, grinning "You-all oughta see what happens when I stick this bronze tip up Miss Chisholm's asshole...then there's some screamin, I tell you."As poor Jordana Chisholm hung from the ceiling, trying desperately to avoid the sizzling tip of the Picana, she wondered why Violet, her Mistress. Monsignor Arturo Vitelli was a suspicious man. He took nothing at face value. He was a natural-born ferret, a wraith, a shadow who could and did peer into every keyhole, crack, disguise, facade, and story until he uncovered whatever hidden truth lay behind. As a child, he had learned that his parents cheated on each other. He had secretly observed his father going to assignations with a young widow in their neighborhood of the ancient European capital city where his family had prospered and. He reached out like a greedy little boy in a toy store and played with Bridget’s generously endowed pillows watching her smiling face intently.When he saw her suck in air as he kneaded her sensitive nipples with his knowing fingers, he knew right away that she wanted her breasts sucked like he was a little baby getting morning milk from his generous mother. He took her delicate tips between his teeth and rolled her hard little buttons with his inspired tongue. Poor Bridget started to lose her.