Just answer the question.”“Why?” he asked.“Because I want to know!” she said, shrugging her shoulders.“No,” he said. “I meant why did ...ou decide I can look at them?”“Oh. You’re special,” she said.“Why?” he asked again.“Like that’s a big mystery?” She frowned. “We saved each other’s lives. We fought off invaders together. You’re the most interesting man I ever met.”“Oh.”There was a long silence.“So are you going to answer the question or not?” asked Jennifer.“You’re serious?”She glared at. She moaned and leaned back against his arm.He told her she was lucky she was so wet or he might hurt her with what he had in mind. He released her from his grip and unbuttoned his jeans; he pulled them down allowing his large cock to spring free. He placed his hands on her shoulders and forced her to her knees. He ordered her to suck his cock and as she opened her lips he shoved it fully into her throat. He started ramming his cock into her mouth; she just took his abuse, loving every second of. , except where Dawes insisted it was gold. I pretended to know nothing about jewellery valuation, which was not very much exaggerated!Miss Frobisher’s room was a revelation. It was very fluffy and colourfully feminine in character, unlike the persona she presented on duty. She even had a teddy bear on her bed. I should have to look at her with different eyes in future.Catherine’s room was very teenage, with a few posters of pop groups, but there was also a star chart, and an expensive-looking. They were further attached to a lithe waist, just bellow a perfect – in my opinion – pair of breasts – possibly on the smallish side for your average tit man, but that ain’t me – encased in a tiny bra that matched the briefs. Above which – supported on an elegant neck – was positioned a bright smile fixed onto the most enchanting face I’d ever seen. All nicely surrounded by slightly tussled looking and very long mop of jet-black hair. ‘Sorry!’ I said moving to the side of the stairs so that the.