“Oh God! Oh God!” she screamed over and over, gasping for breath. Her body shook, twitched, and jerked violently as she buried the vibrator in her...slit. Her nose was running. Her lips trembled with an odd, curly smile. Her pussy ran freely with her juices. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes down her cheeks, dripping onto the floor. Spittle ran from the corner of her mouth down to her chin. “I’m cuming! I’m cuming!” she screamed. For a wonderful minute, Gail experienced the most. “That is not usually a problem for a man, but I guess it could be...depending on how...big.” she said, Once again she looked down, this time letting her eyes linger a little while. The mere fact that she was looking there made my cock lurch and I saw her eyes become very bright and her fingers fidget with the hem of her skirt before coming together in a tight lock. She licked her lips. “Nobody seems to want to risk it” I said “one girl said I’m a freak.” “No you’re not; don’t bother with. As usual, the Mexicans didn't fully trust the Anglo law, so they were slow to report the trouble to us. In fact, it wasn't until a small store was smashed up and the owner beaten that we had any inkling that trouble was afoot.Both of us hate bullies, and that was the way we thought of the people in the protection racket. When the first incident happened, we tried to get cooperation from the store owners, but they didn't know us very well, so nobody wanted to talk.We didn't get our first break. He's been laundering money for organized crime and paying political people to ignore what he's doing."I couldn't close my mouth as I read for myself. "Fuck, Jules." The reporter thinks he used our ski trip to Vermont to transport millions in clean cash back to the mob. That must have been why he insisted we drive." She looked up to me with tear-filled eyes and an angry scowl. "That fucker..." She pushed away from the table and stalked around the room muttering under her breath.I read Stephen's.