I had to throw my head back as I gasped for air. After two or three thrusts I wrapped my nylon covered legs around his waist digging my spike heels in...o his hairy arse. “Ugh…ugh!” I gurgled, “Fuck me…fuck me hard!” “Like this?” He grinned as he grabbed the headboard and hauled himself deep into my belly. “Yeesssss…fuck me…fuck ME…FUCK ME!” I screamed as I kept digging my spikes into him like a cowboy urging his horse on, as Scott kept pulling himself forwards ramming his big cock. Morning training had already begun and since his nerves were still hypersensitive, he decided to forgo bed and burn off some energy. The Swordmaster noticed his energy and commented about it after the training session, which prompted Aaron's story of the events after leaving the warehouse."Like I said," Aaron continued, "I had just left the warehouse on my way back here, when I had this feeling wash over me. Something or someone was out there, and I could feel danger and anger or rage, which I. He was not even sure any message he could leave would get through, much less trigger a callback. He could probably find Strom's home address, but mail was not an option because he did not want to give away the city with the postmark.Finally, he decided on a rather old-fashioned approach. He sent a telegram to Derek personally, requiring a signature upon receipt. The message was succinct: 'If Lady Warrior has any special meaning to you, please contact me at 877-... ' He had arranged with Plonske. He didn't want loose junk whacking him in the back of his head.Bill's wallet looked like his other bedroom in the house. Mina and DD kept Mina's side of the master bedroom spotless and DD harried Bill about the head and shoulders to keep his side 'livable' but Bill was a teenager after all.He had one of the spares in the wing where he 'Did Stuff." His Do Stuff room looked like prime living quarters ... for a pig ... his wallet looked a lot like that. Someday Megan was going to mention that his.