Again, she rubbed a hand over her pussy mound, only this time she kept it there, gently sliding it back and forth while running the tip of her tongue ...eductively over her upper lip. She was watching my face as she slowly inserted her fingers between her pussy lips and gently rubbed her clit. After a few minutes, the hand movements speeded up and her hips started to move. She closed her eyes tight as her pussy flooded her fingers. "God, that felt sooooooo good," she purred, bringing her fingers. Her muffled squeals increased. Freddie smiled again, delighted by her response. He nodded towards the empty cell and the girl's captors hustled her inside. The door clanged shut behind her. Clegg shook the hands of the two men and followed them back out to their boat. They were gone less than fifteen minutes after arriving. They would be back in Sithia before morning. Their commission would be paid within the week. Freddie liked to keep the commercial side of things straight. It avoided. (I mean, I do wear a dress that would get me fired anywhere else, but no one’s ever been this brazen.) And, when asked his opinion, rather than the exasperated "Fine, whatever!” I hear all day, he was all about finding the right fit:'Definitely King-size. I need lots of room.''Oh, no need for memory foam. There'll be nights to remember regardless.'All with a panty-wetting smirk, of course.His mother seemed completely unmoved. I, on the other hand, was turning inside out, cunt-first.And fuck was. There were pieces of plastic turning summersaults in the air above the desk, and some whizzed by my head with the velocity of an automatic machine gun, and a strand of cassette tape seemed to be suspended in mid air, and sparks floated toward the floor as if they were lightning bugs. Before most of the thousands of plastic shards hit the floor, he had turned and started to walk toward the watertight door. He opened the door and kind of half turned and looked at me. I could see then it was my.