I want to feel it pulsing between my big fat tits. I want you to grab my hips and thrust that cock in between my asscrack like an animal. Come fuck my...curves, baby!” My boxers were off in a minute. She moved to her hands and knees, swaying her ass side to side. First my hands roamed her wonderful skin. Then I kissed and nibbled at her buttocks and licked along her crack. She moaned and purred again. “Mmm, fuck yessss. Ohhh, I want your cock so badly. I want to feel it thrusting and pumping. What else?’ ‘He wears a cloak, My Lord. On such a day in the blaze of noon? Yet we all sweat like pigs his skin is dry. And there’s more.’ ‘Go on.’ ‘The leather of his boots has been scuffed, not on the soles or heels, we’re all in that case. No, My Lord, look you here. The back of the boot. That’s fresh scarring to my eyes.’ The knight looked down where Cadfael’s thick finger indicated a fresh looking gouge in the leather, above the heel and running straight upwards, to the boot top. He nodded. And working on my tan? Uh, yeah, I think I can handle that,” she giggles. So Christie embracing her new duties, immediately sets out to make all the arrangements. An hour later Christie pops into Edward's office, while he is engrossed in the details of one of the client's accounts. He doesn't even look up to acknowledge Christie. Edward gives her short, barely intelligible answers and acknowledgments as she tries to excitedly fill him in on the arrangements she has made. So this little wench. ”“I guess this isn’t the first nude you’ve ever done up here before?” Carrie said, acting like this was a virgin performance of nudity.“Oh, the bathrobe,” Tom said. “No, I’ve done several before. So you didn’t wear a bra for no marks? I assumed you’d be nude.”“I’m free of telltale signs. Be honest with me. How many women have you fucked up here?” Carrie said.“None,” Tom said, emphasizing emphatically. “However, there was the trio of women who I photographed that….”Carrie exited the bathroom.