“A hacker?”Dave shrugged. “He prefers to be called a watchdog.”“Mr. Brighton, I appreciate your desire to help, but I don’t think turning...to an anonymous hacker is a wise option. We have no way to know how trustworthy this person is.”“All I can give you is my word,” Dave replied. “I’ve known him for years. I trust him with my life.”“That’s all well and good, but how’s he supposed to find anything on the Illuminati?” Henry asked. “If they are indeed back, then they’ve managed to avoid any. Relations between my husband and Fergus – my brother and liege lord – had never been good; Fergus didn’t embrace me with open arms, and Alistair didn’t approve of the way he treated me. They’d been worse since Alistair had found out Fergus had placed a spy in our midst to keep an eye on me. Fergus was evidently puzzled, but things had remained civil, thank goodness.Aedan was getting closer to being home as well, though they’d stopped to map out several side tunnels which slowed them down. The. He would likely begin to wonder if he should politely move my hand, because clearly I must be unaware of what I'm doing. Or should he wait it out because there's no harm being done and he doesn’t want to wake me. My guess is on the latter. A few more bumps and my fingers would make it to within inches of his cock. I'd probably close my eyes at this point and play up the sleeping thing, leaving my hand motionless for a several minutes, focusing on my breathing. I'd be able to feel the warmth of. I imagine her inner tissues parting to accommodate him and then softly enfolding him. She raises her legs high and draws back her knees. She has both palms pressing flat against his back, pulling herself hard against him. She urges him deeper inside her with ankles-as-spurs in the small of his back.He fucks her relentlessly and I cannot help but admire him -- the way his tight buttocks rise and fall like a over-wound clockwork manikin. And I am amazed how she endures his implacable rutting, the.