Taking her, fucking her, fucking her! Penetrating deep. all of her in a pulsing feeling...a total ecstasy...taking her to an undiscovered place. She ...was a thing sexual: ascending to sexual repression and guilt or descending to sexual expression and joy. Her body shook, released again...she was creaming, spending copiously, cumming with abandonment and couldn’t stop cumming...she wanted cumming forever...surrounded in heat, ecstasy, joy...her soul had yielded into the world of Satanic sin in. Yeah, that was Wings alright, bringing a steno pad to an orgy!“Sure ... I’m close,” I agreed, “but only if you’ll give me a real name to call you with, other than Wings. I think we’re all a little too far past acting all formal together.”“It’s Bryce ... Bryce Payne.”So that’s why I recognized her face! Yeah, one of those Payne’s. Supposedly, she kept a billion or two just lying around for walking about money. When her parents were murdered she inherited what must have been the largest. .." Mrs. Henderson loved pie more than anyone and she clucked her tongue. "Stephanie, you shouldn't have." Well, just thank Chris, cause I couldn't have carried them all the way down here by myself." Thank you Chris, and Stephanie..." she sighed. "You're such a good girl. I'm glad to see you're making the right friends, Chris." Uh, yes ma'am." Chris was a little confused probably, but that was okay."Oh, but we do need hall passes now." I just remembered and Mrs. Henderson was already on it,. The apartment was more like 8 blocks, over an avenue and up to 48th St. It was a 10 story brick building with a court yard, and quite well kept. No athlete, Bob was breathing hard and sweating by the time they arrived.Frannie’s apartment was on the fourth floor, and was quite impressive. There was a sofa in the living room facing a large screen TV, a combination kitchen dining area and a couple of doors which Bob assumed were the bath and bedroom.“Gee, this is very nice, much better than my.