Temptation quickly got the better of me so I slid my hands down as far as I could reach. Feeling the gentle rise of her firm ass enticed me even more ...nd my delight was relayed to her via the throbbing muscle that was pulsating rapidly against her.“Mmmmm”, she purred. “So you must be an ass man, huh?” she asked as she playfully lifted her ass, pressing it tighter against my hands.“Oh yes! And legs too,” was all I could say. My cock convulsed rapidly in my jeans and my heart was racing. It was. Old farts refuse to let things change, until they’re dead.” A shrug and smirk, Jack looked out the window of their drive at the passing sights. The car was taking them deeper into South Side, along the outskirts of Devil’s Corner.Thinking of Devil’s Corner.“So the woman just disappeared, hmm?” Julias said.“Yes! Yes she did. I know it reads weird on the report, or whatever Jessy told you, but I’m telling you she disappeared.”“Vanished.”“Vanished!” Up went both hands. “We scanned that room. . as if she had a choice.In seconds she was naked in front of him. There was really not enough material there to warrant a search, but he did anyway. Natalie mentally squirmed as once again he held her intimate apparel to his nose and breathed in her natural aroma. She knew what was coming next."I have to check your body cavities, Jackson. Take a step back, then lean forward against the desk."The Governor got up from his chair, and as he did so, she saw the obvious bulge in his trousers. He. .”“Chris Hansen.”“Hansen?”“Hansen.”“Marilyn Manson.”“Isn’t Marilyn Manson dead?”“No, Marilyn Manson is alive and pissing on people in Times Square.”“Marilyn Manson is pissing on children.”“It has to be a sex offense, pissing on children...”“Even by accident? Say you’re in a public bathroom, pissing in a urinal, and a crazy kid comes running in, accidentally runs into your stream, and you blast his snotty little face with your golden bladder juice. Fucking next thing you know, you’re in jail,.