Then she asked the program for the GPS location of the subject, who's name was Jerry Hogan. The location was in a mall construction project, northwest...of Atlanta, and about ten feet below the surface.Now what?Alex made some Internet connections, creating links to several anonymizers overseas. She made sure to include places behind the old Iron Curtain and in the Middle East. When she was ready, she sent an untraceable message to the FBI, Atlanta police HQ, and three local Atlanta TV. The pain subsides and it actually feels quite good. I feel like I want more of your finger and try to push back so I am more on your finger. You pick up your rhythm licking and sucking me as well as fingering my ass. Then it happens, it was like a slow pins and needles feeling building into a huge climax. OMG what is happening to me, I feel delirious and almost faint with pleasure.I hear you breathing hard. I am aware of you undoing the gag. Maybe you will let me go!! I only hear you say ‘my. He remembered the look she'd given him when she found out that he'd told Shahia about the riot, although that wasn't the day. If there was any particular day, it was the night he'd gone around to her place, and they'd shared that ice cream at midnight. But it hadn't come all at once, just slowly, like the sun rising over the land as he slept outside with his swag, a glorious new day dawning.It was making his head spin, moving with her like this, as if they were already one. He wanted it ‑ so. Gracie's eyes opened briefly and as their eyes met it felt like she was looking into infinity. "Make me your filthy, dirty, sissy faggot whore" Gracie whimpered and once again felt her head pounded against her headboard. Gracies eyes fell shut with her eyeballs rapidly fluttering behind them. Her jaw went slack and her entire body wanted nothing but to submit to her sexy kitten Jenny who was now a Black Panther ravaging her body."DEEPER!!!" Gracie screamed, a scream like no other. It was almost.