Another day in the life. His lopsided, misshapen face showed no emotion. Grayson was obviously evaluating, thinking, planning.A building-wide alarm wa... klaxoning. The entire FBI complex was in immediate lockdown; the entrances covered by armed teams inside and out.Grayson looked up at the camera, mouthed, “Harper.”I’d been wrong; all of us had. Wexler had used a good portion of his $100,000 to fund an escape. Or, an escape attempt. As we would learn later, $35,000 went to his Public Defender,. I needed it, too, to taste her and smell the heady scent of her arousal. I licked and sucked and nibbled until she pulled me up into position once more. I raised myself on my hands above her. She wasted no time in giving my nipples her attention. She pinched them and twisted, sending the sweet pain / pleasure feeling into my brain. My cock began to sink into her waiting slit.When I was fully embedded, I leaned down to kiss her again. She pulled me up so she could reach my nipples with her. This time there was no gradual build up, no teasing or torment, they were both too worked up for that. In seconds, she was riding him like a horny Valkyrie, seizing his head, forcing her nipple into his mouth, letting out guttural moans of pleasure. Within a couple of minutes she was screaming her release but it only seemed to spur her on, pulling on his hair so hard it seemed like it would have to come out, digging her fingernails into his skin. Dylan’s senses were going into to overdrive,. After five years of that I was so sexually frustrated that I was ready to take a meat axe to Harold while he was sleeping and hope that a jury wouldn't convict after they heard the story. One day I was over at my friend Marge's and we got to drinking. The more I poured down my throat the more talkative I became and soon I was telling Marge about my non-existent sex life. We were still talking when her husband Matt came home."Hey ladies, what'' up?" Nothing honey, just drinking and making girl.