She looked up at me with as much aroused surprise in her facial features as I knew was conveyed in my own. Just having her flesh in my hand was ground...reaking to both of us. She was pushing her chest out against the pressure of my hand against her, and pulled my other arm down so that she might grind her wet snatch against my fingers. Her breath against my chest was shaky and hot as I kneaded her breast and she worked her hips on my hand. Indulging a curiosity, I gathered her hard pink nipple. Reynolds, Persia - August, 1882." J.P. Reynolds had been one of the university's leading archeologists in the early days of field studies. Reynolds had collected a great number of the items that filled the crates in storage, as well as a good many of the items on display in the University Museum.Kim examined the small jar. It was common pottery with no designs, patterns, or drawings inscribed. "Probable the water or oil jar of some poor slave," Kim thought. She noticed that the wooden stopper. ” I have never heard such a gloating note in Logan’s voice. Is this what he sounds like to his enemies? But I am not his enemy. My heart sinks, as my cock stiffens further. He is right. I cannot even hold back this much of myself from him. If he can make me enjoy this against my will, then he has violated me far more deeply than he imagines.At that thought, my anger flares again. No, this satisfaction he will not have. Two can play at this particular game.For a few moments, I allow him. I began to lightly push her back onto the chair, being sure to bend my ass in the direction of the window. As she laid herself down, I ran my hand against the outside of her bikini bottom. I could feel the outline of her clit protruding against the material. I pulled away from her mouth to start the speech we had already rehearsed."Oh my Amber. Looks like you are one horny little girl. You want me to go get my bag of toys so we can take care of that little problem of yours?" Oh god, yes,.