With each cycle of movement I push a little further into her; just a fraction further each time. Gradually I am now palming her clitty and pushing two...questing fingers deeper inside her. I start to curve my fingers up searching for her golden trigger. I find it. She jerks and fidgets as I hit the spot. In and out my fingers go as she melts in my arms. Now I add a swirl to my movement as I reach her inner self. She both shudders and squirms under me, at once trying to avoid the unbearable. Then get your ass out into the bedroom. "If you can show me that you're all Tiffany says that you're cracked up to be, I just might let you use that piece of horse-meat on me later. But first, you've got to redeem yourself, slut." "You heard the lady, Jordan," as Dee Dee spoke to Jordan. "Now you've got your work cut out for you. Hurry up and use that towel for what it's supposed to. Let's see what you're made of." Jordan quickly cleaned herself off with a damp rag and a towel. "That's more. At about 10:45pm, the door opened and Stephie, wearing a short robe, slipped in and closed and locked it behind her.“They’ve been in bed about twenty minutes. My door is closed and the light’s off, so if’n they get up, they’ll think I’s asleep. We just can’t make no noise,” Stephie said quietly.She slipped off the robe, revealing pink baby-doll pyjamas. I smiled and nodded. She quickly took them off, turned off the light, and got into the small bed next to me. I slipped off my underwear, and we. She briefed us on Trelawny on the way. He was from the Land of Oz (Australia for those of you who don't now) who had been over here for a number of years. His American wife had left him three or four years ago, and now he was reduced to casual pickups in the Cadogan's bar to satisfy his urges, or so his pilots said, but she'd heard that he'd had very little luck lately.When we got there, Georgie pointed our quarry out to us. He was sitting at the bar, and I sent the two of them over to a corner.