The flash drew even more attention and the library was getting noisy, the librarian's were telling people to be quiet and asking what the commotion wa.... They were going to catch us and I blinked back my tears as I burned with humiliation. I held the edges of the table so tightly that my fingers were numb, my knuckles turning white. I felt a familiar throb deep in my tummy and moving lower, down into my sex as the tender walls of my pussy were wrapped tightly around the cock inside me.I had two. We couldn't have the police divers, or some random fisherman, finding it." I don't think there are any random fishermen," I said, still not over being frustrated at his stone-headedness. "Besides, you weren't exactly in great shape when you buried it. You don't know either." But I saw him bury it," chipped in Master Chief Martinez, through the H2's dashboard. "I can find it." You can't go swimming," I said, "as long as Zeus can't."We were at an impasse. Zeus couldn't swim because I wouldn't. A report came to me one day with the kind of evidence I had been half-expecting, and wholly dreading. Cheryl, my Home Office mole found that a certain Lady Margaret Hunter Phd. Cantab, had attended Parole Boards at Galloway Prison for several years as a consultant in criminal psychology, principally from late 1973 until very recently, just after the quaintly termed 'incident' in question. It was too much of a coincidence; too likely the kind of sophisticated vindictiveness of which I could. After a while, I broke the kiss and told his troubles self,“Qamaar, I want you to be gentle with me from now onwards. Not very gentle but just as much as you were when I pretended to be asleep. Got it?”“It is your call, furry. I do what you say”Then he placed his cock on my pussy and asked me,“May I? ” to which I nodded ‘yes’ and he started fucking me. Even this time, his hands were on my boobs and squeezing them but they were not painful like the last time. I had my eyes closed due to the.