And I don't mean just a week's worth, either. If a bad snow comes, we can just sit it out without the little aggravations about being out of something...." Ah, come on, Jeff," she teased. "All three of your vehicles are four-wheel drive, and you told me that you had a contract to have your drive plowed every day it needed it."Jeff poured himself a cup and sat down across from her. "And we're from Georgia. Plus, one mistake on that driveway and you're dead."Sobering, Boswell looked at him. "You're. " But I'm not really... I can't actually..."She gestured around the room with an out-flung arm. "Do you want tolose all this? Which also means losing me? If you don't, then beprepared to do anything and everything Marcus wants. Just like me.After all, it was you who got us into this mess. Understood?" I..." He hesitated and cleared his throat. In a faint whisper hefinished, "... guess I don't have a choice." Correct. And stop putting your hand over your crotch. He'llsuspect we're. They were thick, brown leather, very old and _very_ strong. "Damn straight I can't. Do you really need to do this" "I do. I know you, Ricco Correlli. I know all about you." She pulled the stylus, a long, multi-jointed mechanical arm out of the desk. The end of the arm was the hollow tattooing needle. She flipped a switch, and the apparatus began to vibrate. "I know what sort of man you are and what you do?" "What I do is my business, lady. I changed my mind. Let me outta this thing." "No, I. It wasn't long until I too was head-to-toe naked and on my back on his bed as he pushed my legs back and began eating my asshole, pushing his tongue deep inside at times and driving me wild.Within minutes, he had a condom on, my feet over his shoulders, and his cock in my asshole pounding hard. And I mean pounding hard. The bed was shaking and banging, the sounds of his naked groin slamming on my naked ass were already loud, but he had me moaning from his fucking even louder. (I wonder what the.