They exchanged small talk for a little while longer but it soon became very late.Karen: “Why don’t you pop round tomorrow for some lunch, I have a...other computer problem that I’m sure you could help with”Ed: “Sure I’ll be there at 12:00. Good night”.Karen: “Goodnight x”That morning, Ed was up early. He made sure not a single hair was out of place and he set off to get the two buses to Karen’s.It was a little before 12 when he arrived, but she was already prepared for him to arrive. A few small. There was nothing on the News, no big stories of mass arrests or a conspiracy uncovered. The papers were still running with the car bomb story although there wasn't much new to report. They had discounted the claims of the IRA splinter group and fingers were pointing towards Bin Laden and his gang. At least they were now fishing in the right pond even if they were still wide of the mark. What we were dealing with was even out of Bin Laden's league; it had to be State-sponsored in a big way.I. When he rubbed her ass, the man would use his thumbs to massage Karen's puckering anus which seemed to draw a sharp growl from Karen each time he did it.At that moment, all of the facts started coming together for Steven: the parked courier van, the package on the table, the two glasses of iced tea and now the brown uniform strewn on the floor of his bedroom. Karen, Steven's pregnant wife, was fucking the black delivery man!After a few minutes, the man pulled his cock from Karen's pussy, making. The pointed end of the stake passed through a link in the chain, and she picked up a heavy mallet.She could see him watching her out of the corner of his eye, not daring to move as she put the point of the tent stake to the ground and began giving slow, rhythmic blows with the mallet. Steel rang out as she staked him to the spot, driving the tent peg into the ground further with each blow. She began breathing hard, and felt the warm flush creep up her thighs into her pussy. The mallet blows.