.as I start pumping faster your moaning turns to screams.. your screaming my name, screaming to fuck me harder and faster, you’re screaming oh my go... it feels soo good... and finally you scream one last time before your body collapses and quivers before the front desk manager walks in on us, thinking something had gone wrong, but the smile on your face says different, he gives us the weekend free if he can watch and he puts us in suite where we have a wing all to ourselves and nobody can hear. Yet there was no interpreting or misinterpreting the stranger’s awful words. Ashley whimpered again through Mladic’s clamped hand; she couldn’t help it. She saw from the widened, terrified eyes of her boyfriend that Brad had caught every word too. “Lev, I don’t think Ashley appreciates what you’re implying there. Do you have to be such a killjoy? You know how much I like my captives to harbor false hopes while I break them.” He stared down into her eyes now, his gaze boring through her skull.. I was licking her face, I ate her lips, kissed her neck and moved down. I spent plenty of time in licking and squeezing her boobs and then moved downwards to her stomach and belly. She was moaning like anything. I kept licking and keep moving down and down and stopped just above her pussy. I was avoiding her pussy more and more. Then I moved to her feet and started kissing and licking her legs. I started my journey upwards, licking it slowly and spending time at every inch of flesh. I was. It took a little over a quarter of an hour and it would not last long but I felt proud of myself as I stood up. If it was one thing you learned working in a gluebar, it was how to create a lockpick. Enough ne’er do wells frequented the place to furnish me with the skills to take up any number of illicit careers should I so choose. I took a deep breath before gingerly inserting the lockpick into the cell door. I twisted it left and right until there was a deep clunk and then the door swung open..