Suddenly the head movesupward and you’re forcing it into the tightness of my ass.Holy mother of God! The sweetness of the shaftburrowing deep into m...y posterior is almost unbearable.You work it inside me, long, deep thrusts that have me scraping my nails on the concrete like a deranged animal. Desire sweeps through me like wildfire. Brutally you ravage me. I feel your fist on my pussy, kneading me like soft island bread. I grind my hips into your hand. Without warning the fist and the dildo are. Shaving my cunt so they’re soft for you along with my legs and various other places on my body. When I’m done in the shower I sit on the counter at the sink as I watch myself rub baby oil into my lips. Making them soft and well lubricated. Rubbing myself like this causes me to feel hot and wet, waiting for you is going to be horribly agonizing. I put on a silk robe and go to the kitchen for a bite to eat. Looking around your kitchen I find a bowl of cherries. While I sit at the table reading. I'll explain why in a second. The kidnappers just called. They want to exchange Fiona for you. They've asked that you hand yourself over to them at a place called St Luke's church in Monroe. The guy who called said that you've been there before." I know where it is," Gavin confirmed."The reason I asked you to turn round is that I've tried to buy you a little time. I'm not sure what good it will do you, but it was the only edge I could think of. I gave the kidnapper a sob story about you driving. Janet is rather a free spirit in the bedroom, even more than I am, I love it. Weve never talked much about our sex lives before we met each other but I suspect that my wife would get the blue ribbon. Janet is very close with her mother, Jean, who lost her husband nearly five years ago, not long before we first met. She is a very attractive widow, forty-two, nice figure, an older version of Janet, really. They talk with each other several times each day and seem to talk just about everything..