Your pussy was sucking my finger in deeper. You squeezed my cock hard as you came. Taking my cock and pulling on it, you screamed at me to fuck you. ...ou pulled me on top of you and raised your legs bringing them up and over my shoulders. Taking your hands you reached down and grabbed my ass and pulled me towards you. My cock came towards your pussy and missed slipping in between the lips. You forced my cock head against your clit rubbing it hard. You started to shake and grunt. I could feel. I was on autopilot and admit to giving much thought about what I was unfolding or anything beyond meeting a stranger for the sex I craved. Within a few minutes of the initial reply, I was headed to a remote and desolate area deep in the country. I talked to the woman who posted the ad on the phone and she was pretty direct and nonsense. She wanted to meet as soon as possible and told me where I needed to be. She also told me that her husband would be with her. There was a lot of opportunity to. Shazia was confused and worried about what was going to take place. She looked at the guards who were taking their seats with the audience. The men were close to her, approximately 5 feet away, just a stringy rope between them and her. The guard began the countdown and Shazia’s heart started to beat as she looked around for some indication that she was safe. The bell rang and then shoots of freezing cold water via hoses were fired at her held by various people from the audience. The powerful. Cathy might even disapprove of my snooping; she might insist that I destroy the pages and apologize to Helen.The next step would be to find someone who could tell me what was written on those pages I had pulled off the printer. But I couldn't possibly walk around downtown Boston, stop everybody who looked like they might be able to read Mandarin and ask them what was written on those pages. What if they contained a detailed description of what Helen, Cathy and I had been doing? It would have to.