Finally, her lips curved into a smile. “Well, if you’re finally done telling me all the reasons why we can never work out, then why don’t you s...op talking and try kissing me like you mean it.”Damien grinned as he tugged her into his arms. “Kiss you like I mean it, huh?” He cupped her gorgeous face in his hands, looked into her eyes and told her, “I think I fell for you the first moment I saw you. And believe me, every time I kiss you I feel it right to my toes, so you better believe I mean. "Ahhh..." she moaned softly, eyes still closed. She reveled in the humidity that rose from between her legs and she did not think at all about why she felt so good or who was causing it. It wasn't until those questing fingers tweaked her clit that her mind came fully awake. In an instant, everything came rushing back to her, where she was, who she was with and how intrinsically wrong it all was. Just one night together couldn't make her completely comfortable with that fact that she was. "What a jerk," I thought to myself. "I'm special agent Dale Robbins," he introduced himself. "Now you tell me what happened there at this warehouse." I looked at him in silence."Excuse me, Agent Robbins, but you can't be serious, this girl just lost her sister after she and her got raped..." Joyce said. I looked at her. I was almost about to change my mind. She was really trying to show this asshole where his limits are. "Miss Peters - I can do whatever I want to right now. I have my orders and. However, I wasn't prepared for the next event. Ai Ling had gone out of my line of vision, but since my view was almost entirely taken up by her husband riding me, I assumed she was filming from the front, if I thought of her at all. Then I felt her touch on my legs, so I craned around Patrick's heaving body to be greeted by an erotic vision: she was crouched before us, her hands between my legs gently squeezing my balls and her mouth locked on to her husband's cock, sucking as hard as she.