Natalie arched and writhed on the counter-top, locking her legs around his neck so that he had nowhere to go. He had no desire to be anywhere else. Th...s was where he belonged, face pressed tight against her sex as he sucked and licked on Natalie's little nub and tender pussy lips. "Fuck, fuck, - yes! That's it, just like that, baby!" she whispered feverishly, her chest rising and falling as beads of sweat trickled from her neck, down over her perfect, pale tits. He was sucking loudly on her. As if those hadever served a purpose in my meaningless life.Another hurdle had been quitting my job. They'd cashed me out with amodest bonus and expressed a professional regret at my departure, butno real person ever noticed. No going-away lunch, no hearty clap onthe back. Not even a "We'll miss you, Joshua." My life andpersonality were bland and gray, noticed by no one, touching no one.My end would be spectacular. Not showy, I didn't need that. If Iplanned correctly, no one would even. After a while I decide she's had enough, and stand her up. She is shivering and trembling, her face is flushed, as she tries to catch her breath. I turn her around and push her over to the couch, facing the wall. I start spanking her large white butt. "This is what nasty sluts like you get when they go with strange guys to their apartments. They get naked, and spanked, and face-fucked, and worse." Her ass cheeks jiggle and bounce, turning a nice shade of pink. She is crying out prettily, and. ”That was true. With the gun found on him, the guys from the NYPD could pin an unsolved murder on the late Mr. Booker. I was even earmarked for a citation.Booker’s involuntary partner, Pointer, was also looking at hard time up in New York. A search of his apartment and studio had yielded evidence enough to indict him for two counts of aiding and abetting to statutory rape. It would seem that the late Mr. Booker did not take those pesky age limits too seriously, and he had Pointer “audition” two.