He insists on speaking with Miss Foster but she hasn’t come in. He demands to speak with you, sir.”Embridge took the transferred call, swearing si...ently under his breath.“You got the package?” he growled.“Yeh. A good thing, too. I’ll tell ya, Embridge, don’t get too cozy behind that desk of yours. The shit’s gonna hit the fan and if you don’t move fast enough, you’ll get a face full of it!”“Purdy’s Okanogan lawyer, Abner Goode, broke Brightman’s accountant. He confessed he’d been black-mailed. I started to run my hand up and down her legs, she clamped them together as I tried to push them apart to rub her pussy and when I did get a finger in she pushed it out and told me no. I decided to give up. Holly decided to start to grind against me again and not even 5 minutes later she was facing me grinding her hips just above me, then it happened. She lowered her hips and I felt myself slide into her, she gasped. “Did she mean to do that?” I asked to myself as she continued to move her. Linda was thrilled to learn about Hans' fantasies of domination, and some of the 'nasty' things he wanted to inflict on his victims made her pussy boil. On the other hand Hans felt his cock rise to unseen proportions, when Linda told about her fantasies of being not only a slut and a whore, but a dirty, nasty, extreme slut and whore. When the black and yellow bruises had healed, Linda stood out as an extremely beautiful woman. Slender and trim with smallish pert breasts, flat stomach and. (she is back in the UK and I am now in South America with my wife). But every now and then I send her a text to ask if she still has the picture she took of my dick or even asked if had looked at it to do anything else. At first she was quite reluctant to go any further and even asked me to drop the subject just in case my wife found the texts (I always delete them anyway - I told her)… but to my surprise she confessed looking at it more than once and when I asked her if she had touched her.