Hetongued at her bit with his tongue. She tried to respond but the bitheld her tongue down. He grabbed at her breasts and felt theirfullness. He kn...aded the big cones of flesh and tried to prick histhumb on her softly sharp nipples. He seemed rougher with her than he’d ever been before. Hesqueezed her breasts hard and made her gasp, the bit stifling her littlecry. He pinched each of her nipples. He ran a hand down her tummy,feeling its silky nudity, and then jammed his hand. He was a 6’3” bear-type with a 7” cock and a hair-white chest. From his pictures, he seemed sane. He was surprised I messaged him, he said it was late and he didn’t expect me to reply since it was already a few days since I posted my advertisement.Me:Do you want to meet or not? - 3:33AMHim:3:33AM - Yes baby, of course. Where?Me:The Wal-Mart’s parking lot near Chester Street. - 3:34AMHim:3:34AM - On the way.I took my cross-dressing shit out of my hiding spot under my bed, stuffed it in my gym. ’ Jane perked up again. ‘Do you remember the room number?’ ‘Of course. I had room 68, right across the hall. Their suite was number 69.’ ‘Sixty-nine? You’ve got to be kidding,’ Jane said. ‘Yeah, it does seem a coincidence. William and Wendy probably did a lot of 69 in room 69.’ ‘Yeah, well I like to 69 myself,’ Jane smiled. ‘Maybe that’s why they made me Agent 0069! You know, ‘OH! OOOOHHHH! SSSSIXTYYY-NNNNINE!” she cooed. She was starting to like saying her agent number in this sexy way, almost. As we set up camp Keira began to talk. “So what do you want to do tonight?” I froze for a moment and then realized the question. “I don’t know, start a fire and trade ghost stories?” I said sarcastically. She didn’t reply right away as she seemed preoccupied. “Yeah, or we could just talk. We talk at night anyways.” It was true. Often I would go slip into bed with her and talk at night just for shits and giggles, but something told me this certain talk was more than just.