The harder and faster thrusts, the more I could feel my enormous climax approaching. She held me in a firm grip as her pussy began to squeeze tightly ...round my cock.I grabbed her hips and pulled her ever closer to me. I made each thrust deeper and deeper. I joyfully watched her lovely breasts bounce and jump directly in front of me in all directions. I just stopped for a moment to extend the session for a few more minutes.I stopped my thrusts to look in her eyes and kiss her lips and play with. She looked anxious when Greg left the room. She propped up her pillows and sat up, still feeling quite drowsy from the affects of the pill.The detective pulled up a sturdy chair and sat down next to the bed, his pencil and paper in hand. A young cop knocked on the door and came in. He was tall and skinny and had a clipboard with him. Later she would have to sign the papers attached to it. But now she was busy answering all the Lieutenant's questions. She was very worried and tried to answer all. You feel very horny that you carry me upstairs and lay me down on your bed, but I say no. You force me down. As you force me, I try to fight back, but you are so strong. You unbutton my shirt and later your hands lower to my mini skirt. You start to rub my panty hard and I began to cum due to the warm friction. You pull my panty down and continue to rub my pussy. I start to cry because I didn’t know what was happening. You start to finger me and I yell as you put it in and out. You stopped for. The ground rumbled. I knew I was dead. I just hoped my lyre wouldn't be harmed. It was a work of art, gifted to me when I graduated from the Bardic College of Az. It was proof, despite what my school claimed after my disgrace, that I was a master bard.Dust washed over me. It stung my eyes even when they were squeezed shut. My breath wheezed. The ground shook harder. Horses and people screamed. Angela sounded the worse. Agony was in her voice. She had been crushed and it was my turn next.Only no.