” Hartwell repeated.Kimison opened his mouth then snapped it shut as he turned to Rayburn. “My god man! You think it’s possible?”Rayburn’s m...uth was also hanging open, “I hadn’t factored that into the equation at all!”“I know but...” Kimison said.“It is possible I suppose.” Rayburn replied.They both turned to Hartwell saluting, “Thank you sir!” Then the area went dark as the visage vanished.Shaking his head Hartwell smiled a bit, they were still out there as far as before perhaps more.Sighing. The two senses of pleasure and pain were like fire and ice and she knew it was rocking me. Harder she pressed and I was lifting my hips to meet her steps. I could feel my cock leaking and wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to last. I am sure she could tell by my facial expressions as she slowed to a stop. Putting her full weight on my cock, she brought her other foot up alongside my hip. Then taking her foot shoe slowly pressed her toes into my balls. Soft sounds were involuntarily leaving. I tuck the theatre tickets in next to it. I'll happily lie to you, but I won't disappoint you. I booked seats for Saturday night, not Friday. I reach into the toybox again, feel something hard and heavy at the bottom and pull out the surgical shears. Big, solid, blunt nosed, and sharp bladed; they've been in there since the beginning but have only been used occasionally, usually on a particularly stubborn knot. There's a smear of paint on the blades and it takes me a moment to remember how it. They danced at the same place as last time. It was as enjoyable, and they closed the place again.It was impossible to have a kiss hotter than the ones Jake had already given her, impossible, at least, while dressed. Jake achieved the impossible. His tongue raped her mouth while he left fingerprints on her skirt. Finally, he tore away from her and headed up the stairs. She took a minute catching her breath and finding her key to the apartment before letting herself in. That night, she dreamed of.