It didn't seem to faze him. Instead, he started complaining about cops in general, and the way they always seem to pull him over when he was being a g...od citizen and only driving five miles above the speed limit. And all of this was still be spoken to her breasts.Finally, after what had seemed hours, the computer had booted correctly. Things should have gone smoothly after that. Should have and do are two different things. She explained her needs, a car for the next week. She needed something. The whispered touch of your breath brushing my ass, your tongue rasping over my asshole, probing, preparing me for your cock. Thrusting back onto your tongue, you know what I want, what I always want."Fuck my ass," a whisper."Say please." Please fuck my ass, I need to feel you."That soft sigh emitted as I feel the head of your cock press against my asshole. The slight burning sensation, the brief pain, the feeling that I can't take any more, but that I want it all. The head of your cock gripped. My tummy and my thighs strained for more. This was the most incredible thing a woman could ever want. Again and again I climaxed and soon I forgot everything as my body entered a sustained state of satisfaction. I knew my body was shaking and my hips were moving and my legs were tight and my hands pulling his hair but I couldn’t stop and had no real desire to. I was out of breath and barely getting air to sustain me when he slowed and stopped. My eyes were closed and I was relaxing when I felt. I'll see you whenever we can fit it in our schedules." Brock," Chastity said. "I'm sorry. I love you and I'll see you as soon as it can be arranged."Brock nodded.Don't go to any trouble, he thought to himself.It was three days later when Brock arrived back in L.A. to find his front door unlocked. He was certain that he had not only locked the door before he left but set the security code. He was fanatical about making sure the security alarm was set before he left the house.For a moment, he.