Now if you don't want to be arrested, spread your legs."She made a soft grunting noise in protest, but did as he said, opening her ass-crack and revea...ing her puckered star. Steve's lubed finger started tracing a circle around her hole, covering her with the lube. She tried to look back, but Steve ordered her to face the wall. He heard soft sobs coming from her throat, but she made no protest as Steve slid his well-oiled finger into her anal cavity. She let out a sharp breath and her body shook. I had so much tension and pressure built up that I HAD to release and going behind your back was not an option." Marv said thinking he made a great case for himself."So cheating was OK, as long as I knew about it. I really thought you would come to your senses." She said as she broke out into hard bawling."You didn't protest too..." Marv started to say until Samantha bolted up straight and turned thrusting a finger to his chest."Did it ever occur to you, you prick with no conscience, that I. Pepper, with no ice. "How in the world do you drink those things?" he asked. "Just like you drink those things. At least these won't end up killing me," I joked. "Yeah, but how do you manage to do it with no ice?" "Hey, it's cold when it comes out of the machine and all ice does is water it down once it melts. This way I enjoy all the taste and besides that, it's what I like." We both laughed a bit and then he got to his point of being there. "Listen, I wanted to let you know that I'd found. I knew this because the room was bigger than my apartment, and that had been five hundred square feet. Along the walls there were small torches, spaced out a couple of feet between each of them. They had a dull, black iron design that looked medieval and out of place in the room. The torches themselves were only two feet long, kind of like the one on the Statue of Liberty, but with a more angular looking spikes on the base. What was unique was the forearm and hand made of black iron holding.