The moaning increased as I licked a finger, inserted it, and started licking her clit again. I used her moisture to lubricate a second finger and slid... that in beside the first. Curling them upwards, I found her G-spot and intensified the attention on her clit. Her moans quickly blended into one prolonged, modulating tone, stopping only long enough to re-inflate her lungs as needed. My greatest gift is stamina; once I found a comfortable position mytongue and hand could keep going for hours -. The writer also calls me Cathy. I hate that name. It sounds so ditsy. Anytime somebody calls me that I immediately correct them. Nobody calls me Cathy. Not even my father." What did you do when you got these first pictures?" I almost tore them up and burned them, but something told me that I should keep them. If this was some blackmail scheme, I would need them as evidence, so I kept them." I got a book from the library on digital photography tricks, and checked the photos to see if my head had. .. or do we need some more ... help?” Chuck could see her nipples poking through her shirt, and he was quite aware that while she might be protesting, she was aroused as she had been the last time she was exposed like this.“Fine!” she said, not quite in a huff, as she got up off his lap, and looking down so she did not have to see their faces, reached down and slowly pulled her sleep shirt up, over her hips, and eventually up and over her head. Her dark blue panties stood out against her almost. And don't fucking worry about it, once again I covered your ass."I was going to ask him what the fuck he did this time, but the technician handed me some hearing protectors and ordered, "Put these on because it's going to be loud."I put them on, Banzai and the technician left and the damn bed moved into a small as hell hole while it sounded like someone was beating the fuck out of the machine with a hammer...Flashback – Masha – back again to the marketIt was the weekend. I woke up and performed.