”I keep my mouth shut and allow Paul to speak as I said I would.“Trent, on the line, we have several people from the FBI, I don’t know everybody...but as you asked there is a Deputy Assistant Director and Special Agent Fitzgerald ... Now on to business. The Unabomber sent us another package. This one is substantially larger than his past letters. We scanned it, and it is safe.”Insp Martin buts in, saying, “To be safe, we should get the bomb squad in here and look it over anyway.”It is difficult. I forcefully gripped her ass cheek in my hands and began to massage it roughly, making her squirm and start to girate against me. She could feel my hard cock through my pants and very soon I felt her hands grabbing at my belt as she tried to unfasten it. I had to help her with the buckle, and soon her hand was inside my pants and feeling my hard cock through my boxers. I was throbbing and was worried I'd cum too soon.I let go of her ass, stood up, lifted my shirt over my head, pushed my pants. But we had food with us and we had a good breakfast and then carried on walking, pushing the barrow, off westwards, towards home. Now we had mated, so our hearts felt light.We reached our cliff on the fourth afternoon, and quickly retrieved the ladder where we’d hidden it. My wife climbed up first, giving me a good view up her dress, seeing the charms I now knew so intimately. She paused and gave me a good look as she looked over her shoulder and smiled mischievously, her eyes twinkling.I knew. Then the spanking resumed, harder, more relentless this time. The mistress was concentrating on each swipe, the young man was grimacing. She spoke while she slapped, “Saints do not move, though grant for prayers sake.”He replied, “Then move not.”Giving two spanks so hard her body flinched and she involuntarily lifted her head. Both he and the mistress paused.“While my prayers’ effect I take, thus from my lips by yours my sin is purged.”He now came into view and gently kissed the Mistress on the.