It was a long twelve minutes until her next email.From: KimSent: Monday, March 06, 2006 11:42 AMTo: MarkSubject: Something newI’ve never done that b...fore. I just had an orgasm while sitting just three feet away from Alan and Nancy. I was sitting there with my bare bottom against the leather and I started to get excited. Well, more excited than I already was. Before I knew what was happening, my finger was sliding between thighs. I don’t know what came over me. Very slowly and quietly I began. But do not try to find some work around, or I will make your life hell on earth," I said."This is the first time in years that my life hasn't been hell on earth, but I do get it. Do you need any help?" he asked."Yeah make the Swamp Thing team look like heros, when you edit the tapes. Do interviews with them while I talk to the detainee. Also be sure someone picks up the food from Helen." Do I want to know about the interrogation?" he asked."I don't know, but I expect you would prefer to stay in. My current feeling is that we will only want to go through this adoption process once, so we should go for the whole thing. How does that fit with the children available?”“That certainly makes my job considerably easier. I assume that you want White children, but in what age range?”“Yes, I suppose that White children would make our job easier, but we would consider other races if it seems appropriate. It does occur to me that the longer we have to wait, the less enthusiastic we will probably. Another backward sway and the fingers rotated in her hole.She felt the full flat hand on her backside, at belt-level. The palm guided her ass movements back and forth, then side to side. She could feel herself getting wet.“Uh. Uh. Uh-uh. Noooo!” She was voicing her objection to Charles removing his fingers.“Ah. Yes.” Now she sounded like someone getting the best massage ever, or tasting the sweetest wine. Actually, it was the sensation of three very wet fingers pushing further into her.