She turned her head towards me and engaged me in a full on kiss, exploring my mouth with her tongue. Fuck it! I really want to suck her off! I always ...id, anyway. I moved around to her front, still engaged in a bout of tongue wrestling, her member still being wanked. I pulled away, sucking on her bottom lip, before going to my knees and kissing her purple headed cock. 'Look in the case and find yourself a vibrator to stick up your bum while I suck you off!' I ordered. She rummaged through and. You find yourself biting your lips and rubbing the insides of your thigh with no notice my singing stopped. I quietly......look at you, grining, gitty as I caught you sneak sneaking. You raise your head just to meet my warm, wet, well showered kiss. Your eyes closed hypnotized to my command. I run my hands aside your cheek, passed your ear and through the back your hair, as I guide you into the bathtub with me......You wrap your arms around me, more for balance rather than caressive expression.. The paperbox was filled to the top Sunday morning. I would sneak out in the night Sunday morning to rub in the papers. It was so exciting! There was always the danger of getting caught; it made me so hard and intensified the orgasm. The afternoon paper was delivered about 4:30pm. There was an abandoned garage where the papers were delivered. There were about six newspaper men who came there to pick them up in their cars. It wasn't too far from the house so I could here them coming by the sound. *** Mark and Henry arrived at the house shortly after Ellen had woken up and found herself tied up. The two men stepped out into the humid evening air, Henry dressed in a white shirt, blue jeans and boots. Mark was still in his dress shirt and slacks, his overcoat oddly out of place in the still humid summer morning. But he didn’t dare removed it. The gun was resting comfortably in the pocket, waiting for the opportune moment. ‘Something’s wrong here,’ Henry shook his head. ‘Let’s go in,’ Mark.