She was left covered on top only by her bra. That, too, soon became a casualty of our physicalness.Our passions continued to grow, and I focused visua...ly on her breasts - small, but well-shaped and firm. While affixed on her breasts with my eyes, my hands found their way under Kim's skirt. Feeling her panties (she wore GREAT panties), I began to tug gently at the waistband, so I could slip them down. Being unsuccessful, I conjured up another plan.Increasingly aroused, I slipped both hands at. It pleases me to please you. We stay languidly together and your hands are permitted to roam an anointed a path upon my breasts, my navel, my waist, down to my inner thighs. Finding me ready spreading my slickness and intensifying my sensitivity with the wetness on your fingertips I feel the unmistakable re-awakening of your dick against my thigh. You immediately change our positions and pin me face forward to the wall holding my hands over my head, my small wrists in the palm of your hand. “Why’d you stop? It was so…” “Misty, I think you’re beautiful and I want to kiss you and touch you and so much more, but I just have to let you know: I was awake last night.” Misty looked at him in shock. Then in fear. Then in anger. Finally in disbelief. She leaned down and pecked him on the lips once, the same way she had the night before. But she couldn’t pull back before Ash grabbed the back of her head and pulled her lips to his again, kissing her tenderly. His hands stayed where they. The dim lighting from the desk lamp brought his features into view with his smooth face and salt-and-peppered hair. ‘She’s not worth it, Sir. I’d say give her to the men and dogs for scraps. Such a little whore like that doesn’t deserve to live.’ The old man scoffed at the suggestion. ‘No. I’m not going to let that much money go to waste just to let some lowly bodyguards fuck her and give her body to the dogs for scraps.’ He said as he turned a knob on an oxygen tank before holding the.