.. Six months ago I had been contemplating bankruptcy. I had the busiest import-export firm on the Gulf coast but my back office couldn't keep up with...the activity. Companies were being misbilled, shipments were lost and customers were getting more and more unhappy. Further, my personnel costs were going out the window even though I kept having to replace trained workers (who left for better paying jobs) with new, cheap help.Then I saw the ad in the back of the paper. It was barely noticeable. Before casting him aside a twist of my hands snapped his neck.I had fed and fed well this night, but I still had work to do. I went downstairs and gathered some lamps and oil and went back to the sleeping floor. I sprinkled the oil about, making sure to soak the stairs as well as the uniforms of the sleeping soldiers then went back down and repeated the process in the common room.As I left I regained my own aspect and lit the lamp, then I summoned the wings of the night. Dawn was not far away,. Marcella’s moan became higher-pitched as that finger began pulsing up and down against her puckered hole. Plato wasn’t pushing his finger into her ass, but was applying more and more pressure as she slammed harder and harder into his hand. Then, just as she was at the very edge of orgasm, Plato pushed his finger into her nether hole and with his thumb in the base of her slit, pinched tightly as she screamed out in orgasm.Marcella thrashed and flailed in a very intense orgasm, but rather than. "You know what I want, Amy," I whispered while stroking both my inner thighs slowly up and down, my fingers grazing my now very wet lips. Amy knew. She climbed onto the bed, placed her hands on my knees, and pushed my legs wide open. I closed my eyes as she leant forward, already pushing my hips upwards to meet her tongue. I shivered with delight as I felt her kiss my lips up and down before prising me open with her tongue. It was divine. The warmth, wetness and pressure of her tongue circling.