"You know the drill. After being carefully checked for hidden weapons,he'll have a few minutes of fame in front of the press, wearing abalaclava. Then...he and his family will be treated like key witnesses incases against organized crime. They will be rehoused in another townunder new identities with new, reasonably good, jobs, and he will get apension and a signed card from the President. If he then speaks out andwe find out about it, he will be conscripted and sent to where thefighting and. His cock looked big ,even without being hard and i licked my lips at the thought of it fucking me. i took it in my mouth , sucking the helmet till it was semi hard then i lay on my back and rubbed it against my little wet hole which was twitching with anticipation.finally he eased it into my asshole and i moaned like a whore,feeling my ass muscles clamping tightly around it while it grew harder n longer with every second."FUCK ME BABY,NICE N HARD" i begged so he took hold of my legs,pushing. As we boarded the elevator, she gave me a quick grin. I hesitated and replied with a weak smile. We walked into her meager room furnished with only a bed and a small desk. A sudden blur of motion pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I barely had enough time to release a gasp when I felt that I was being kissed. My eyes focused and I grasped the situation. Rebecca was on top of me, kissing me passionately. To my surprise, I was quite enjoying her soft lips brushing upon. Your legs instantly jerk away before the realisation of what is happening dawns on you. My hands trace up and down your stockinged calves. Softly squeezing and kneading your toned legs. You uncross your legs, knowing exactly where my eyes would be drawn, but you keep the together, not giving me the access that I crave, yet. I unbuckle your shoes and slip them off, rubbing and caressing your covered feet, my large hands encompassing them. My hands lazily wander back up the outside of your.