“Already that close?” He growls in my ear. “Yes!” I moan breathlessly in reply. He clicks his tongue in disapproval for the second time toni...ht, “I’m not going to let you have it that easily, darling.” “Please!” I beg shamelessly when his fingers stop moving. “Turn around.” “Bu-” “I said turn around!” He spits out through gritted teeth. Not wanting to make him angry, I do as he demands and turn around on his lap. We share several heated kisses; him tasting every inch of my mouth as his. Meanwhile Sunil was splitting my ass and asking Sanjay to finger more. It was paining a bit and I told them to stop.They did not bother to listen to me. Then Sunil took some oil ( later I came to know it was olive oil ) from the table and applied it to my ass and then Sanjay started to finger again. Slowly one finger went in.It was painful but then I adjusted to it.He fingered for somemore time and later after some massaging and fingering one more finger went in. They kept fingering for some. " Why?" Crash laughed."The program they set for me is a ballbuster," she giggled. "It's so hard, when you incorporate the technical elements into it, too. I get done with it and I feel like I've spent a day with the Thighmaster." Well, they're ice dancers, they forget about all them pesky jumps." Yeah," she laughed. Crash had finished his preparations, and popped the pan of galumpki into the oven. He rinsed off his hands, and sat down at the table with her."How were classes today?" she. She’d been under surveillance so two agents almost instantaneously placed her under arrest. By morning three other hackers who shared a private chat room with Anniston were apprehended. They shared common interests, but were thousands of miles apart.Even though I was off the case, at least as far as the FBI was concerned, I couldn’t walk away.I changed my mental checklist into a handwritten one. Not on my laptop, just ink on paper. Too many digital snoops out there.Starting at what was, to me,.