He fucked his fingers deep inside my willing ass sternly and without mercy. When his steaming cock welled up and began to spasm, I went over the top ...gain, this time with more force than my first orgasm. As I strained to remain standing, I felt the first gush of his cum splash over my exposed ass cheeks, which made me cum even harder. I could feel my own juices running down the inside of my thighs, as he shot load after load onto my smooth ass. “Dirty Little Tramp!” he managed to call me. The mysterious Rotter had come into her life some months before, chatting to her in the Internet chat room she had used so many times. Calling herself "jenbaby", she had been immediately impressed with how much Jeff appeared to know about her, despite never having spoken to him before. She would find out later just how he knew so much, but that comes later in this story. They had got on well, and talked about all the usual stuff. Rotter made her laugh, but he also started to raise her interest. “Again thank you for everything,” she said before striding off after her daughter, her hips swaying back and forth.Ethan watched Helen retreat down the corridor. He knew both of them were going to cause him a lot of problems in the future, but he had a smile on his face. He looked over the information again and found nothing new. Sighing, he sat back and tried to decide what he was going to do if his fears came to fruition. He didn’t lie about being protected by the contract, but what he didn’t. "I can't hear them." One of the officers is saying there's a bomb in the truck."This was like that idiot who'd tried to truck bomb the White House a few years before. Only this didn't have Secret Service protection and barriers, just a chain link fence between a bunch of kids on a playground and a wacko with a bomb. If it hadn't been for that woman in the car...I recorded for the next thirty minutes, and then a crew from the studio showed up. They took over for me, which was great as I was.