He stared to move faster, sawing in and out and the pleasure runningthrough me grew. I also heard him starting to breath heavier and acouple of oh Go...s from his mouth. "You tight ass bitch, you feel sogood on my dick!"I grabbed handfuls of the comforter. "Fuck me, fuck your tight assbitch slut. I need your cock!" Oh holly God. Yes."The grip on my hips tightened and he moved even faster which sent mealmost to the edge."Oh fuck I am going to cum," I called out.Steve fucked me even harder and. . there was nobody at the door... only a note taped to the door...with an arrow pointing down... I looked down and saw a small wooden boxon top of another round gift box. I looked around. No delivery trucks...no body on the street... no cars. It was strange.I picked up the box and opened it... inside was another note..."I think you know what this is for"Under the note was a ring. My heart skipped a beat. I wonder if someonewas playing a trick on me... nobody knew about my fantasies... nobody.. " Beth, blushing, was studying the tabletop again."Kewl," Candace approved. "Jean?" Um, well, pills, but..." They've lapsed?" Candace asked. "Better cover yourself..." I'll be okay," Jean insisted. Despite the noises everyone was making, Toby was NOT going to get into her panties! It just wouldn't be right!Candace eyed her, her eyes hooded. Jean was fooling herself; Candace made a mental note to bring supplies -- AND to mention protection to Lon, for relay -- discreetly, of course... "We're all. He was lying on a bare concrete floor in a small room. It had no window and only one dim lightbulb.How had he gotten there? He sorted his memories into some kind of order. He had been going back to the cheap room he was living in during this operation. Someone had been there, and had jumped him when he had entered.Had his cover been blown? If it had, the question was what would Quince do with him. He struggled upright, and examined the door. It was a very solid wooden door, and even his.