” I sent the information to Ben.“They are getting a proper OSHA inspection tomorrow. We used one of the burn phones to call in an anonymous safety...complaint to give them some paper to work with.”“The power company is hanging one of those new transformers there tomorrow, low voltage and fluctuating power complaints in the neighborhood,” again from the burn phone.“The Harrisburg group has sent pictures of several new helpers with Jaed this morning. All three of them are on the Interpol terrorist. A.; I still had a couple of years before I'd finish my doctorate. We wanted to get a good place for us to live when we were up here together. It seems couples have a better choice of accommodation, for not much more than Kennedy had been paying for her studio. We settled on a one bed apartment, the only drawback I could see was that it didn't have the breakfast bar Kennedy's apartment had, for the bondage scenes. There was a dining table, we thought could be used instead. It was a lot more. As wespoke I was getting hard again she looked down at my rising manhood and was amazed. It was hardly ten minutes and I was hard again. She laughed asking me if my cock was made of concrete. I did not reply I just held her by her neck and kissed her. We kissed for a few minutes as she played with my cock. She slowly bent over and engulfed my cock in her mouth. My hands found her pussy as I started fingering her. I asked her to stop and I got down on my knees between her legs. I slowly kissed. I started slowly stroking into her pussy, with long strokes, almost pulling out then slowly pushing back into her. She seemed surprised that was still hard. She raised her hips to me, grunting on each stroke, matching my rhythm. I slowly picked up the pace, driving my cock in faster, slapping our bodies together as she made mewing sounds. She wrapper her legs around my waist to get more leverage as she raised to each stroke. I was soon slamming my cock into her, butting up against her.