He gave the door a hard shove that also knocked me off balance; he was inside and had the door locked quickly. He advanced on me, pulling a pair of me...al handcuffs from his hip pocket, and I backed away until the backs of my knees were against the arm of the couch, he lunged and I fell backwards as he clamped a cuff around my right wrist. With what seemed like no effort, and in spite of my kicking and fighting, he pinned me down on my stomach with his body and had my wrists secured behind my. They have a point. Other people spit, but not on the crowded sidewalks of New York. If your aim is off by a few degrees you could hit somebody, and they might respond by beating you to death with their bare hands, a trash can, a newspaper box, or by pushing you into a careening taxi driven by a Egyptian emigrant who has never driven in ice and snow before. I myself have no reservations – under duress, I’m a spitter. You might think I was being particularly dim, or something – I mean, everybody. I want to get the chance to clean you to my standards. I hope that you'll do the same for me," Connie assured her."By all means. I can see that you like to pamper your lovers, don't you?" Natalie noted."Oh, of course. I also like to go down on them. Or haven't you noticed?" the Danish actress giggled."Very much so," Ms. Portman answered, as they began washing each other off.Naturally, both ladies lingered in the shower, exploring each other's skin once more. They caressed and fingered each. We continued to kiss as I guided my hand over her warm and now soaking pussy, she groaned and writhe against me. At the same time she slowy slipped her hand down the front of my trousers and took hold of me and began to gently motion back and forth. I slipped my fingers into and she gave a deep moan of delight. I gently massaged her inside as the palm of my hand rubbed against her clitoris, I wanted nothing more than to taste and have her juices in my mouth. I slowly dropped to my knees kissing.