" So, I will give you permission, to wear my things, just like I havebeen doing, but either I will offer or you may ask, but only when Iallow you. DO ...ou understand? My clothes are still my clothes. Mypersonal, most private and precious possessions and you are to treatthem with respect. Letting you wear my own things will be a specialthing between us, understand?" Yes, I understand. I'll never touch your clothes unless you give mepermission." That's good. I know you won't. Also, I don't want. " Both men backed off the veranda and headed to their cars, breathing a sigh of relief.Jefferson watched them go and wondered if he shouldn't have just had them killed now. He knew it would happen soon. No one must tie him to Nirvana until it was too late."Sargeant Jamieson?"Tommy Jamieson sighed and closed the folder on his desk. He took a deep breath and then leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "Yes ma'am, what can I do for you?" The man at the front desk said you. “Aah! Yes yes, give it to me. Yes, yes,” Kareema said as she turned her face towards Amith, when he held her jaw in his left hand, kissed her lips, and kept fucking.By now, Kareema’s tits weren’t hurting anymore, but they still were red due to excessive grabbing. But Channa badly wanted to feel her tits again.“Amith, lock her hands and turn her up, on yourself,” Channa said. Amith, still with his dick inside her, stopped the ramming. Channa got out of her, locked her arms with both his hands. She knew how to make the smooth nylon move over my imprisoned cock so that in less then sixty seconds I was almost ready to squirt my come right into my own panties. She sensed how close I was and she started to give my swollen cockhead a good working over. "Come on bitch!" She yelled. "Come in your panties for me!" She forced the head of my cock down between my cheeks. "Show me how much of a slut you really are cunt!" She shouted. A couple of strokes later she began to spank.