The name of the station or the particular line of travel is not important and we will dispense with such tomfoolery because it is not in the least bit...relative to our story. I have recently read a supposed fictional book of mystery that was so dedicated to describing this station and that station and the exact times and the number of passengers as well as points of interest along the route that I despair of such tricks of “filling the pages” with trivia unnecessary to the plot.I will admit. The Judge called back to tell me that he'd arranged to have the boat evacuated, and his people were on the way to defuse the bomb. In the meantime, they were sending a jet to take me somewhere safe, and pick up Catherine's body. In the meantime I was to lie low until I heard from him again with instructions on my protective detail.The Nassau police spent hours processing the scene, tagging and bagging the bodies, and tiptoeing around me. Eventually the Judge called again, and instructed me to. "Are you going to be a good girl and take this?" you ask me, but you already know the answer. "Yes" I respond, nodding as if perhaps the "yes" isn't valid without the nod. If the answers to all the un-asked questions are in my arse, you're going to find them. You press your weight forward and I wince slightly as the futile resistance buckles. As your desire to be in the coolest, darkest, depths of me, overpowers it and we both voice our approval. I cry out wantonly in resignation, and you allow. Using his middle finger, he gently started to rub along the full length of her pussy."That's nice," Wendy moaned.Sam began to insert the first one, then two fingers into her pussy, moving them around inside of her as he knew she liked. Wendy pushed her ass back even harder into his cock. Wendy leaned back into Sam enjoying the feel of his fingers inside her.After a couple of minutes, Wendy turned around to kiss Sam, as she did so she reached down taking hold of his cock. Their kiss became ever.