Now he expects me to do to this little woman what he seems unable to do himself.I think there is only one possible time that Matthews, and therefore t...he hit, is vulnerable. And that isn’t a very frequent thing. Despite Matthews’ security, I think I might have a good chance of getting the job done, but escaping afterward seems to be just on the other side of fucking impossible. I’ve managed to make fairly close contact with Matthews and his group twice, which included the target. Even then, I. He opened the door, pausing when he saw Michelle sitting behind his desk. Her head was leaning against her hand which was propped up on the wooden surface, her eyes were closed and her mouth was opened slightly. He could hear the deep, even sound of her breathing from here.He stood there a moment, watching her. She was more than beautiful. She was smart, and funny. And she didn't take any shit from him. His grin widened thinking of the number of times she had told him off in the ten days that. Not that I considered for a second pointing that out, or saying or doing anything else to draw attention to myself. I stayed huddled in my corner.Sister Juliet had moved to the far side of the room and seemed to be doing something underneath her habit; all I could see was some vague motion. Then some white cloth appeared in her hand and she placed it on the chair beside her.In the years since I have done a bit of reading on the subject, and if you cared I could explain in great detail the name,. I was helpless, hopeless, and I didn't care. I loved it. She kept going, steady and fast, and I could feel myself about to give in to this little game we were playing in my head. I was about to lose the game. She was going to win, and she kept going harder. "Cum..." she whispered softly in a husky voice. "Cum for me."I was caught. Her hands had me. I released the first shot and my body jerked with it as I moaned aloud. The second shot was just as satisfying as the first, and brought more moans..