He ended up balling his left hand into a fist to keep the thought at bay. ‘Sure,’ he said tightly, ‘I’ll drop off some tapes later on today a...d…’ Lyn cut him off, her brow furrowed. ‘That’s not going to work, Aidan.’ ‘Why not?’ She rolled her eyes. ‘Look, I know you’re getting up in the years,’ she said sarcastically, ‘but you really need to work on your observation skills. Rainey doesn’t have a computer here,’ she said slowly. ‘Hell, we can barely make room for her on the draft table when. She just gasped and groaned as her legs trembled and I carried on going to work on her ass. My hands abused her buttocks (slapping them, pawing and squeezing them and even raking me nails down the lovely, soft flesh) while my tongue tickled, licked and probed her bum hole. The redder her bum was turning the shriller her cries became. She lifted her feet slightly, crouching on tippy-toes her legs trembled so hard, they made the bed shake. But it exposed her bum perfectly. Her pussy winked at me,. .. Are you going make any noise?... If you make a sound... I swear to God, I will slap the shit out of you... ok... ok," he growled.His hand covered my face and my mouth. I couldn't breathe so I quickly nodded my head and he moved his hand."Do you know how many of those little cunts downstairs would love to be up here with me?" Drake please, I'm sorry... I didn't know that's what you wanted... please let me go. I just want to go home."Never in my life did I ever think I would find myself in. "What are you and your crew doing for lunch?" Cynthia asked.They were going to a fast food place near their station."Would you like to be our guests for lunch at Fisherman's Wharf?" Cynthia asked. "What are your names?"Ying introduced her self, Frank her cameraman, and JoJo her sound man/director. They had missed their noon news deadline so why not?We went to Fisherman's Grotto. We had a half-hour wait so Ying continued her interview.We had five Crab Louie salads for lunch. Ying and her crew.