And she moaned her approval.The lube worked real well. My dick slid back and forth in her ass hole so easily. I could feel her ass muscles relaxing mo...re too. I could pull my dick all the way out of her ass and stick it right back in again, just before she would clench her ass again. But each time, she clenched tighter, and tighter.With my dick inside her tight ass hole, she finally bent over far enough, and long enough for me to stroke deep inside her. With no condom, her big bobbling ass, and. He looked like he was a mix of curious, anxious and scared."Mr. Setton. The ... uh ... the detective is in here." He turned and led us to the rooms where I had talked to the FBI agents not very long ago.There were two detectives and three uniformed police in the room. One of the detectives and two of the uniforms left after I was escorted in. Whisper waited outside the room.The detective that remained was a couple of inches shorter than me. His hair and eyes were dark, and I could tell he was. "EWWW! What was that?" Just bugs." I opened the second door making the opening in the side of the shed big enough for a riding mower. I didn't have one, but I could park one in here if I wanted. "Here you go, the inside of my shed."Ashlee took a tentative step inside the door and looked around. There were shelves against the side wall, a small shelf in the back corner, a big blue barrel in the corner and the rest of the space was take up by several bikes, a lawn mower, a snow blower, bike. Oh, hell no. There was no chance I was putting my life in the hands of some crew member hauling some rickety rope for the swing, being hauled up like a sack of potatoes – or some helpless damsel. So, thanking my lucky stars that I’d worn armour – and that my guards were female – I hauled myself up the ladder, Alistair muttering naughty comments quietly enough that only I could hear about exactly how much he enjoyed the view. I landed on the deck purple-faced and flustered, hoping everyone would.