He realized how hot she was already for the juices were simply oozing from her slit. He bent his head back into her hairless nest and renewed his suck...ng. Molly's other hand joined the first, now both were idly tracing over her breasts and it was obvious that her breasts were easily stimulated. Glancing upward, Dutch noted this and concluded that they probably could, using the right technique, bring her to orgasm without other means than playing with her tits.Being in no great hurry, Dutch. Surprisingly, that was the first computer that gave me results to look at as all three struggled to access the cloud through my wired connection at the same time. The picture on the screen that greeted me was chilling.The mutilated body of a child flooded my largest monitor. A message flashed across the screen that read “A worthy opponent? Two can play this game. Who do you love, baby?” The screen blanked and then images started flashing across the screen with a timer bar that told me there. Later, as they cooled down and he, still saddled and filling her despite having gone flaccid inside her, kissed her lips, her ears, her cheeks, her throat, and her breasts, Lisa looked over toward the door and focused on the bag he had brought her. ‘That’s not my bag,’ she said, her voice still thick from sex. She saw that it was a slightly different style than the one she had bought in Chicago and there was a neon green band around the handle—not one she had or would ever think of buying. ‘I. I gave her a warm greeting and went over to my desk. In a while Rita came over to my desk to ask me something and I was stunned to see that she had worn a short skirt that ended middle of her thighs and very high-heeled strappy sandals. I had never seen Rita in a short skirt as she always dressed very conservatively in skirts that went below her knees or in trousers or ethnic Indian wear. I exclaimed “Wow, Rita you look great!” I walked around my desk and told her that I need to have a better.