She looked at the guys and said "What's next?" Hank took the remote and turned the TV off, turned around and kissed Annette. It was tight on the si...gle bed with walls or cabinets on three sides. There was no room to hang over either end so positions had to be carefully worked out. Annette moved back as far as she could with her back pressed against the side wall of the cab and spread her legs as wide as she could in this space. Hank got on his stomach with his legs bent at the knees so he. When I opened it at first I saw nothing but spare computer parts and wires. Then I looked around the nook that’s hidden when you first open the door. The perverse chair is there folded leaning against the wall next to my chest. I open my chest with the same key. Everything is packed exactly as I had it. I mean exactly. Who the fuck is this guy?? I angrily shut the case and the door locking them. I let the anger drive me and spend the rest of the night getting kills in mortal combat. Imagining. He was psyched and couldn't wait to call Ryan. He was about to dial her number when he realized he didn't know where she was. In the middle of a show? About to go on stage? Traveling to the next gig? The hell with it, he thought, and dialed. If she was busy, she wouldn’t answer. As he expected, he was shunted to her voice mail. "Hey, Ryan. It's me. We won tonight and, well, I just wanted to let you know. Call me later. I'll probably be up late." He disconnected and stared out the window, lost. She edged her fingers into Jo's crack, delicately pulling the labia apart and running her index up and down her slit a few times, before settling on the clit. -Oh, wow, that's good, Jo sighed, -rub my clit, God, make me cum. -Put your fingers in. I told Lynsey.-How many?-How many have you got.Slowly, she managed to work all her slender fingers and her thumb into Jo's wet hole and began to lightly thrust pushing Jo forward up the bed. -Yes! That's it, fist that fucking whore! I shouted,.