I push into the small of your back. At first, you resist because you're not sure what's happening but then when you realise, you bend forward and use ...your hands behind your back to open your cheeks. Bang! - straight away my wet tongue is into your arse hole, forcefully pushing, demanding it's way in. I tongue fuck your hole furiously as you continue to pull your arse cheeks open for me. I can smell and taste your manliness as I wet your hole with my spit, tongue darting in and out, faster and. You can’t do that.”“He has ruined me! He has killed me!” Madame Carronade screamed, “He has killed me and you care about him?”“I don’t give a shit about him, but I do care about Lord Blackmon, and myself, and I care about you. Kill him and we have no source of information nor any real connection to the actual operation.”“I will get the information...” she snarled“Yes and it will be worthless to the FBI because it was obtained under torture.” Carl could see the woman shaking with rage. He was. There was a quick tingle in Doris’s mind followed by a quick laugh from Genie. ‘No, no I don’t have a name. Names are privileges granted to Genies by their masters,’ she responded. ‘Well, I can’t keep calling you ‘Genie’ all the time, so we’ll come up with something fitting for you later,’ Doris said, devoting most of her attention to navigating through the crowded streets. It had been a long time since she’d left the house and longer still since she’d negotiated traffic of this magnitude and. I found myself, as in the hotel at the start of my story, wandering the corridors looking into cabins with their doors ajar. I was drunk and looking for a fuck and even wandered into a cabin where a man lay sleeping on his bunk, snoring.I closed his cabin door, the noise he was making gave me the courage to take my clothes off and sit on his bunk, taking 'Selfie Photos' of us together, before lying alongside him and masturbating myself, using up all my iPhone memory of me doing it.As dangerous.