Our little slut needs to cum,” Kent urged.Jeff slid a third finger into her and felt her body tense as her hips bucked. She moaned and writhed as he...r pulse raced. Then he pushed her right over the edge when he slid a fourth finger in and captured her clit between his teeth and tongue.“FUCK, YEAH!” Libby cried out as her back arched and she came all over Jeff’s face. He kept going until she came again and again, as huge waves of contractions squeezed down on his fingers.“I know the deal was a. “I’m known as W. What’s your name?”“Harold Simmons,” he said as he automatically handed me his card. “Special Agent Harold Simmons,” he added straightening up to his full height.“We may work together again,” I said. As I turned to walk away, I called back over my shoulder, “And you need to find a new place to smoke your cigarettes.”“I think I just quit,” he answered as he stepped back into the building through the boiler room door.***The next morning a small van pulled up to the door in the. " Fucking Cunt, you don't wanna let me in that pussy? That's my pussy bitch."I heard a slap and my mom must've fought him. I heard a grunt and a loud yell."Ow! Fucking bitch."I heard him stomp past my room to go sleep it off on the couch. I relaxed a little. She was safe for tonight.I hated Jax. He was my stepdad and why my mom married him I would never know. He wasn't ugly. He was huge. 6 foot 4 and 285 pounds of solid muscle. He was a very dark skinned black man with a full mouth. He was 43.. " Rashala nodded. "Do you feel it any other time like say... when you just think about your master?" Yasmen asked."Yes, I had thought that staying away from master more would help, but it only made me desire him that much more." Rashal replied.Yasmen nodded, "So nothing has helped at all I take it?"Rashala looked down blushing again, "No," Rashala whispered, "at times I don't want it to stop or go away I find that I am feeling it more and more. I am afraid that I am ill that I won't be able to.