The four of them sat around the office table. "Rick," said Freddie, "perhaps you can lead off on this."Rick nodded and passed around photo copies of a...print out of a half a dozen pages from a web site. "The Kalinin is looking for storytellers. As you know we track web sites of possible interest and we've been following this one, largely because it came up in some routine searches we do on keywords like 'Kushtia', 'slavery', and so on. They've had quite a thread going on in their forum about the. Though my wrist was awkwardly twisted between our bodies, it didn’t take long before she threw her head back and rocked her hips in the throes of orgasm. This triggered mine, and I thrust upward into her, driven as much by her cries as by the tightness of her vagina. She arched and twisted and convulsed for what seemed a minute or more, before she lay down on me, panting hard into my ear. She had a box of tissues nearby, which was a good thing. Semen drained onto my belly and down her thighs. "You said you had a long story to tell."I saw the other two women smile at me when she said this, their eyes were locked on my hands. I think they wanted to try and look my hands away so they could see the hidden treasure behind them.I grunted, and started to tell them all that had happened to me this evening. From how I had climbed that fence to run around naked behind it, the cops, and all the other things, I didn't let anything out of my story, except of me getting outside the apartment. Hanna's pussy had just a wisp of fine blonde hairs at the top of an otherwise bald cleft. The mound and thighs of the 12 year old were shiny with the moisture. Linda looked at Bill for instructions.Bill knew she wouldn't lick her daughter unless she was ordered to. It was her refuge. Bill knew she wanted to because she could see it in her eyes."She's juicy, isn't she?" Bill asked Linda?Linda looked back at her daughter's slit then back at Bill before nodding."If I let you lick that do you know.