I wanked the shaft as tight as possible, trying to mimic the feel of Kelly’s hot tight arse, and brutally aimed at her face as requested. Aiming at ...her eyes, cheeks, lips; covering her with more cum that I knew I could produce, with the lesser blasts hitting her neck and tits. Finally I stopped, my balls aching from the size of load released.Kelly wiggled her legs, and I pulled away from her to let her ankles fall. Having her ankles on my shoulders for that length of time must have been sore,. The next day it meant more. Some days much more. This felt a lot like one of those days.My panic was beginning to return, but in a different form. I thought that I knew my next move. I had already planned the grand finale, but at that point, I am second-guessing myself. I didn’t want this night to end. I just wanted to stay here…with her.Maybe it could work. Maybe she feels like I feel. Maybe this can last. But, I have a flight to catch back in a few hours. Oh, yeah, and she still has a. I am not sure what all is going on. All I know is, I got a call from my frightened niece, just as they were kicking her front door in. It was my good luck that I was in town for dinner with my advisors when she called me for help. Will you deal with this young man for me?" he asked as he watched the man's skin pale under his tan."Oh hi John, who is the agent?" Jacob asked."Special Agent Richard Hanson is my name. I have a warrant for the search and seizer of Sandi Bedford's apartment and her. Her outfit might be seen too: a semi-transparent blouse with a few buttons open above a short skirt.She kindly told me to sit down on the treatment table while she sat down on a low stool. A nice view from above and a suspensive skirt from below was my reward for climbing on the table. Now I am not a perverted horny but with such a picture of a sweet, handsome woman, a late thirties, I still felt something move. She might as well but what I did notice was that she saw something move. She.