"My, you did cum hard, didn't you?" Marsha remarked as she saw the amount of semen in Mark's underpants."Yes, I did," confirmed Mark, who was now nake... from the waist down apart from his socks. His penis was not erect, but it was not soft either."Better get mine off too," said Marsha as she pulled her trousers down to reveal that her yellow panties were soaking wet around her vaginal area. She did not hesitate in removing her panties and her hairy and damp cunt was now on show."Mine are very. I'd pinch and slap the soft flesh telling you what a bad girl you are as you'd struggle against my grip, all the time purposefully pushing your throat against my palm… V: Keeping hold of my soft neck you'd gently play with my clit. I’d be desperate for you to slide your fingers inside me, practically begging you: ‘please, please’. You'd kiss me deeply before ripping off every bit of clothing and pulling me to the edge of the bed. I'd grab your belt, eager to take your cock in my mouth but you. Looks like the therapy helped that mince in your gait." Fuck, he's in a sour mood," Lowry whispered to O'Neill. The four men were all seated in the spartan office that could have easily doubled as a janitor's closet."Shut up, Lowry," admonished the Superintendent. "I still have those aural implants from my days in the field. I mean, thanks to Queue."Lowry nodded, embarrassed."Is Queue working on this case?" asked O'Neill."Abso-fucking-lutely," intoned the Superintendent. "In fact, he's got some. The whip-masterwas a veteran, and despite the obvious temptation did not focus solely on thosetender orbs. Up and down her body the leather roved, leaving its redweals in its wake. He varied his targets, giving her no chance to predictwhether the nest stroke would sear her already bloodied back… 'Nnnnnhhh.' ...leave a trickle of blood from some new cut across her abdomen… ' Ohhh haaamm.' …kiss her heaving tits and firm nipples with its acid fire… 'uuUU nnhhh !' …or add.