"Don't stop. Constant pressure," Meredith said firmly. Mitchell nodded and began inserting his hand where he never dreamed it would fit. Clearly, Mari...e did not think so, either, as she screamed for him to stop."Don't stop," Meredith repeated. "Marie, it will fit, now. Let him do this."Marie, terror in her eyes, looked frantically at Meredith, but after several tense moments seemed to relaxed a little. After another moment, she gulped and nodded, closing her eyes in anticipation of the coming. "We were in his office for another hour or so and when all theformalities were completed Jessie was the proud possessor of two keyrings, one with a fairly normal five keys, the other with so many thatI lost count. The smaller bunch of keys opened the bungalow which wewent straight over to examine.It was a pleasant pebble dashed building, built during the inter-waryears, about nineteen thirty. It struck me as quite ordinary, if ithadn't been set in the centre of about ten acres of grounds,. She got about half way across the street when I heard the squealing of tires and saw the big black car. Smith’s head spun towards the sound just in time to see the chrome bumper and the hood. Her body must have flown twenty feet before hitting the ground. As she lay crumpled in the gutter I saw the car gaining speed followed by a cloud of dust. It wouldn’t take a genius to know she was dead, but I went down anyway. Yup, dead as last week’s news but still pretty. Well the cops came, asking a. “He’s going to stick his cock right up my ass.” “I know,” she replied, clenching her Kegels around my shaft. “Do you like being fucked?” “Very much,” I said. “Carol has a strapon that she uses on me. She gets a real kick out of the power exchange. And Roger’s cock feels particularly delicious. How about you? Do you like to be fucked?” “Oh, yeah,” she said with real relish. “You feel fantastic. You’re the first guy I’ve done it with other than Roger in over thirty years. I’ve been a fool. I.