My wrists were starting to slip as I kneaded her buttocks, and I tried to prevent my fingers delving too far into her anal crevice. Once or twice my f...ingers rubbed over her sphincter by accident, and I could have sworn I felt her press back slightly against my hand the couple of times that this happened. "Samantha, I'll just get you to turn over now". I made sure that the towels were positioned appropriately, so as not to reveal her sculptured sex underneath. Samantha turned over on to her. The young woman felt like she was going to be sick as she looked down and saw sticky white globs fall from her face onto the ground below. She remained in place even when Tom walked out of the cave. In her mind, she was going to hell just for allowing him to do this to her. She closed her eyes again and cried for several minutes.Tom reentered the cave and saw her sobbing to herself. He approached her with a stick he found outside and whipped her across the face with it. When she looked at him,. The place is tiny, a broom closet compared to the server ranch at the main office. I count twenty-odd workstations out on the floor, and a grand total of two tired-looking beige server boxes in the computer room. They have one hub, one switch, and a modem bank with four modems. I have more equipment in my living room. The servers are ancient Compaq Proliants, dual Pentium Pro boxes that were already just about obsolete when the millennium crystal ball dropped on Times Square six years ago.I. Susan could feel the beginnings of a climax running through her body. She had never come this easily before in her life. Michael was also aware that his mother was getting ready to come. He quit licking her cunt and sucked her clit into his mouth flicking the end of it with his tongue. Susan locked her legs around his head so tight that Michael was afraid he would pass out. She ground her pussy into his face smearing her juices all over him. Slowly Susan settled back onto the bed. Michael.