I stroked her clit slowly. She twisted her hips, round and round and up and down. She whimpered, and I knew she was close.“Did you cum on camera for...him?” I asked, rubbing her clit harder. Her hips were bouncing up and down.“No,” she whispered, and I knew she was lying.I pulled my finger off her clit just before she came. She cried out and bucked.“Did you?” I asked again.“Yes,” she admitted. I resumed rubbing her clit aggressively. Within seconds she was cumming hard in my hand.“Are you mad?”. In a way it was good, because our current pace would not allow either of us to cum, and the noise of an orgasm might be impossible to stifle completely. Clara clamped down on my with her internal muscles, holding me tight for a few seconds before relaxing, and then squeezing down on me again. The sensation was incomparable. We had never maintained such a slow pace for so long, and I was appreciating the feel of her pussy in ways I never had before. Soon, Mr. C was pounding into Ms. Wagner with. D. "Lieutenant Ramsey, police department. I was wondering if I might have a word with you."A chill ran down Barbara's spine. "I'm rather busy, Mr. Ramsey. I have a publishing deadline to meet and editing nightmares you can't possiblyimagine." Oh, paperwork." The lieutenant's eyes flicked towards the monitor of the computer on Barbara's desk. Fortunately, Barbara had positioned hercomputer so that all he would be able to see from the door was the monitor's back. "I know paperwork. I do it all. Then, her hips arched upward as she collapsed spilling out vulgarities, climaxing with an, "Oh, Fuck!" Dana moved into a fetal position as I laid down next to her. I never got naked because she was so wound up. I let her rest before I decided to ask her the magic question. "What got into you today?" "After an early lunch with the girls, I was driving back to the house in the SUV. At the stop light, I looked down into the car next to me. There was this girl blowing the driver. She was really.