My breathing becomes faster, and I make a move to exit my spotlight. Then I hear hissing, like water being thrown on a campfire.‘Don’t Move,’ th... voice says. My body becomes still. I struggle to lift even an arm, but I can’t seem to concentrate on the thought long enough to make it happen. My mind swirls with panic and questions. Where am I? Why can’t I move? Or speak? I envision all kinds of bloody scenarios involving serial killers and monsters.‘Still your thoughts,” the voice returns along. As I picked up the preserves she pulled my towel and untied her robe. She asked me to apply the preserves on her body and on my cock. I was stunned I could not figure out what Yogi was upto. She puled me closer and kissed me , she grabbed my dick and started stroking it. She ten started feeling my ass. I was in seventh heaven , this was beyond my wildest expectations. I grabbed her boobs and pinched her nipples. I greedily sucked her nipples and squeezed her ass. I shoved my fingers into her. A somewhat shy smile crossing her lips as her eyes reflected her lover's curious gaze."I wanted to see you," she explained as Miranda got to her feet and stepped forward into Misty's embrace."Now who's plotting?" chuckled the courier as they held each other, their lips moving closer as they spoke."I just wanted to end this evening right," Misty explained, tilting her head slightly, brushing her lips over Miranda's teasingly before pulling back."How so?" the courier inquired coyly, standing a. ‘What’s her name?’ ‘Ella,’ the bald man stood up, pulling his jacket on. ‘Or so she says. Dunno her last name. You know how to pay me?’ ‘I do,’ Hunter rain his hands through the girl’s thick mane, like an owner brushing a favored horse. ‘Look for it by the end of the week.’ The man stopped at the door. ‘Hunter,’ he said, ‘I’ve been meaning to tell you…this is the last one for me. I’m not coming back to Chicago. At least, not until things have settled down.’ Hunter winced, sorry to lose a scout.