Stella threw her head back and closed her eyes. She was enjoying every thrust and was moaning too. She held my arms tight and allowed me more access i...side. We were rocking on that couch.In a while, I got up and turned her around. We did it doggy and my hardness was increasing now. It was ripping through her pussy and she started to scream. I could sense that she hasn’t been fucked in a long time. Her juices were smeared on my crotch. She reached out to my balls and started caressing while. In the meantime, I took a look at the bottles by the bar. I poured myself two fingers of 12-year old Jim Beam and called after her, "Would you like something?" No, thanks," she said coming out of the bedroom. She hadn't changed, merely tossed some sort of a bathrobe over her dress. She was wrapping it shut around her as she came out. The robe was a deep green with yellow and red symbols of some sort on it. It looked great on her, bringing out the red of her hair.I started towards the. The screams were quieter after the door closed again, but continued.The guards looked back to the house and began running toward it. When they were gone, a small cloud of dust was kicked up where Springheel landed in the dirt road outside the wall. It became visible, gave a thumbs-up to the cameraman, then leaped away from the compound before disappearing again.The canned applause returned as the camera panned down to the speaker.“Infiltration, espionage, assassination.” The speaker resumed.. This was a first for her. “So, how can we accommodate you.” I led. Never did to let the clients pause too long. “I want to do something. And my boyfriend isnt exactly willing.”I raised one eyebrow. A boyfriend. This could get messy. “Go on” “I wanna be...” she leaned closer, almost whispering “kidnapped.”I breathed in “Ah, I see. Yes I could see why that wont work. Hard to be properly kidnapped when you know who, and when.”I sat back and relaxed a bit. This was one I had prepared. It had been.