...god....this feels so good....."You moved more intense and came.....As you came I tipped us over, got you on your back.....one ankcle in each hand, ...ack, spread you out....my dick deep in your ass.....I just started to fuck you, hard.Let go of your feet, leaned over you....one hand grabbed your throat and I squeezed hard...."Yes.....more....you struggeled with your breath......more...."I used the other hand, squeezed your tit hard, red fingermarks appeared......stopped fucking you, gave you. As far as I know, Norman hadn't paid for any milspec upgrades to his commercial vehicle fleet. Not even any bulletproof glass, let alone door or body frame armor plating. It was expensive to do and he was already well protected in his huge battlewagon of a vehicle. Grunts were replaceable, not to mention that Norman was always allergic to spending money on anything not absolutely necessary.Another reason why Blackwell's Security Services was a strictly minor-league operation these. I draw back then, reaching down with my thumbs to gently pull back on those perfect, taut inner lips and get a good look at what lies within. As I do so I exhale gently, sending a breeze across damp flesh, eliciting a louder gasp and a shiver from the subject of my attentions. When I inhale once more, I realise that there is an extra scent overlaying the sweat of heat and fear - a variation on the scent of my own arousal, somehow to my mind fresher and deeply inviting. I lean close between her. "Hi Slave Lynn." Is Slut here? I wanted to borrow something."To my horror, I heard Nathan say casually, "Yeah, she's tied up in the bedroomwith a vibrator in her cunt. Want to look?" Sure," she laughed.My face was red with shame when they both walked in, the vibrator so loud in the room. "Are those her panties in her mouth?" Slave Lynn casually asked, taking Nathan's drink for a quick sip. "She likes the taste of cunt?" I guess. Who cares what she likes?" Nathan laughed and took his drink back..