Her cries urged him on, her wriggles and shivers only making him thrust harder."You're so damn tight, Kaylee," he groaned, his teeth sinking into her ...houlder. "I love fucking you like this."The sound of the water rushing over her head was loud, but she heard the noise anyway. "W ... wait," she gasped, holding her hand out behind her. "Did you hear that?"Gabe quit moving, listening even as his body raged at him to continue. "I don't hear anything," he said. "What did you hear?" It sounded like. How he’d like to see that more than anythingelse. My mind was in a rush. I was feeling more and moreturned on, seeing Enzo licking his huge red cock, mybreasts being rubbed, the wicked thoughts of little oldstraight-laced me having sex with an animal. Oh My God!It was too much!I crawled down the bed and called Enzo timidly. Idon’t think my boyfriend could believe I was actuallygoing to do it. Enzo came over to me excitedly,sniffing me. “Let him lick your cunt,” said. I mean that as a compliment. I'm Allen, who may you be?" I'm Carol Remington, pleased to meet you Allen." She drank her drink almost straight down.I bought us another round of drinks and asked her if she would like to sit in a booth. We sat in a booth away from the music so we could talk. She told me that she worked in a law office in Ohio but didn't tell me the city. She was a secretary there.It got me to thinking. Mark Remington was the bastard that stole my wife. I remember his wife being. If she knew Pritchard at all, what she had seen was just a small part of a massive attack. The move for an enabling law for the Program had started too late. If enough public outcry was generated by Pritchard's campaign, individual Congressmen and Senators would be frightened off. It would have no chance of passage. But what about her, personally? If the Program died, could she still survive? What defenses did she have for her own personal security? What strengths? What assets?The answer was.