He was lying on the bed with his half-erect cock. I got on, and he lovingly took me into his arms.I also placed myself next to him. We had our legs on...top of each other, and our faces were very close. He started kissing me softly. I was moving my arms on his back, pulling him close to me.My eyes fell on the clock, and it read 2:30 P.M. These two had fucked me for two and a half hours straight. And it was undoubtedly one of the best sex sessions I had ever had. They had started very. " Said the man; his voice was slow and deliberate. "My name is James, James Nixon." There seemed to be a hint of a southern accent in his speech but it could have just been an effect of his vocal limitations. He obviously found speech difficult and this made Nicola feel uncomfortable."Err, Hi. I'm Nicola." Nicola." He repeated. "Nicola's a very pretty name, I once had a friend named Nicola, and she was very pretty too."'Fuck! Is this guy trying to come on to me?' Casey thought to herself, she. " I endeavoured to keep the stern, strict tone in my voice, but even I noticed my voice cracking, the husky, breathy notes breaking through. Without warning, I moved my hand to the base of your skirt and pulled it upwards, leaving it messily wrapped around your waist. You whimpered in shock and fright, and for a second I could see your hands wavering on the desk, considering pulling your skirt back down. To your credit, you remained in that pose, and your eyes never moved from staring straight. I put my fingers to my mouth and let out a long, shrill whisper that got the attention of the six kids and probably half the people inside the building.That got their heads popping up to at least see who made their ears almost bleed.I took a shot at it and used one of the Basque-like languages like the kids in the elite families, and said, “Get out here now, or I will send in someone who will not only get you out but will make you beg me not to send her in after you again. Her dad was killed.