His fingers moved searchingly, feeling my heat and massaging me expertly.I caught his wrist, aware that things were moving far too fast.“Marc -”�...D’you want me to stop?”His mouth dragged down to my neck and I leaned my head back, basking in the feel of his rough, insistent kisses. I let go of his wrist and his strong fingers pushed inside my panties, stroking my wet snatch. Third base. I should stop, right?I didn’t. I let him pull me up off the desk and bend me over it, heard the quick downward. C'mon lets go".I slide in behind the steering wheel of my truck. Kelly slides in from the passenger side and sits close beside me on the bench seat. Hmmmm ... this is unexpected.We chat about the game as we drive back to her place - arriving there about 10 minutes later. Nothing untoward happens during the trip so her closeness doesn't disturb me (or my cock)."C'mon in Grant. We should only be a few minutes. Mum is away for the weekend" she says.We head on inside and I wait in the lounge room. Caroline had arrived to collect me.On arrival at the venue, which was a very upmarket apartment block in an expensive area of the West End of London, I realised the die was cast. Caroline parked her car in the underground car park and buzzed up to the apartment. “Ah Caroline, please come straight up. We’re looking forward to seeing you and Candy.” With that we went up in the lift to the venue. The lift stopped opposite the door of the party apartment so we were inside within moments. It was. Less than five minutes later a female prisoner was led down the corridor, her head covered by a sack so she could not see or be seen. "Please, where are you taking me?" Her question ended with a sob. "We aren't being executed are we? Please, it was all Sisanna's fault. Please." She tugged against the chain binding her wrists, causing the guard to push her forward. Minara bit her tongue and remained silent as she stepped aside, allowing the guards to escort the prisoner to her carriage. They.