I sensed him lean forward. His cock was now at my entrance he gave it a little push and he eased inside. His arms slid under mine as he laid his body ...n mine his cock pushing deeper as he moved. His hands now locked over the back of neck trapping my arms and forcing my face into the bed sheets. I was trapped, I couldn’t move. Why did he feel the need he had the use of my body for anything he wished to use it for. I didn’t struggle, I let him hold me down not that I could stop him. He started. Her assistants began the work of putting the mess back into a presentable form for release to the family's mortuary."Nothing?" Miller asked, raising his eyebrows."He was a healthy, twenty-one year old athlete. No signs of heart disease or congenital defects, definitely no infarction. No stroke, no pulmonary embolism, no signs of trauma except for the glass cuts on his arm. His lungs are in perfect shape, no sign of cigarette smoking or habitual rock cocaine use. His liver shows very early signs. ” “Provided he has no pants on?” I kicked off my shoes and dropped trou, stepping out of them and draping them over the back of the sofa. “Of course! I said sharp-dressed, not over-dressed; where we’re going, pants are superfluous.” “I like the sound of that. How about the boxers? Stay or go?” I slid my tie knot back up again, tightening it. “The sexy silk boxers can stay; I love the cute tent you make, and I can access what I need very easily. Besides, one of us should probably have undies on,. I knew what he was going to do as he pushed one slick finger into my ass. I grunted as he slid inside me, and again when he added a second.My mind told me to resist, but my ass screamed for waht he was about to do. But he surprised me. Instead of shoving his dick into my ass, he kept his fingers there and pushed the head of his cock agaisnt my wet pussy. A moment later and his fingers were fucking my ass, his cock was fucking my cunt. I moaned again. This time there was no denying that I.