Diane's eyes were glazed the pupils dilated to nearly black. He saw her mouth move but hadn't heard a word, she simply chewed at her bottom lip. When ...he moved to the foot of the bed he panicked for just an instant fearing she might leave. When she grasped his foot he exhaled a most satisfied moan. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh."Diane smiled at the sound. A movement caught her attention and she lowered her gaze to see what it was. Diane was staring straight up the leg of Matt's boxer shorts. Oh my God. It's. He sat down on the seat immediately behind Harry."Reg," Harry said, "wouldn't this be easier if we could see each other."Reg paused for a moment, looked around again, shrugged, stood up and sat down beside Harry. "You can't be too careful," he said.No, thought Harry, you can't be too careful but you can be too bloody irritating for words. It was the down side of working with Reginald Tobin. The obsessive secrecy, the penchant for methods that belonged in a John le Carré or Len Deighton novel;. His cock felt amazing deep in my ass and was really hitting my prostate in this position. I let him know how much I was enjoying it by keeping my moans going and, in between moans, told him, “stroke my cock again and make me cum.” Blake smiled, reached down, and began stroking my cock fast. I knew I wouldn’t last long due to the pleasure I was feeling. My moans picked up with the speed of his cock plunging into my ass and his hand around my cock picking up. I was wondering to myself if all of. I slid it into the unused VCR and I reclined back onto the couch. The picture took a few moments to stabilize. It showed an empty, windowless room with a small bed in the far corner and a toilet mounted into the floor beside it. The smooth, grey walls and concrete floor signaled that it was a prison. For nearly a minute, nothing happened. What a lame joke, I thought to myself as I reached for the remote control. Just as I was about to hit pause, however, the action began. .