Each one that she wrote flared briefly into life and then settled into aroiling faint glow. The poem she wrote with her wounded hand stretchedand curv...ed around the house. She could feel some of her own life essencedeparting with it as well, but she expected that. That was part of theprice that she needed to pay to form this defense and if it kept thedark man away from her then it was cheaply purchased in her estimation.The last drops fell from her hand and linked the circle. The weepingwounds. Ms. Justice's eyes bulged for a second; I noticed her peeping out underneath her blindfold.Eyeballing my member she stepped forward to lead me by the hand to the desk, as her tongue wet her lips. “Come along Mr. Mann stop being so very contrary. ” I thought about running for the door but my current state of attire precluded that notion. There I stood naked, leaning on the big desk, looking out a window with an excellent view of the city; but I looked over my shoulder toward the door expecting. She was on her way to the bathroom when she overheard the sounds and, stunned, she stopped and stood there, listening, feeling very guilty about her voyeurism. Behind that closed door, Derek Ross’s back arched and his hips lunged downward, plunging his cock deep into his wife’s slender body. ‘Baby!’ he groaned, ‘You’re incredible!!’ ‘Shhhh!!’ his wife whispered. She pressed her hand against her husband’s mouth. ‘Don’t make so much noise. We don’t want Lois to hear us!’ Neither Linda nor Lois. He turned her and bent her over the table as he fingered her pussy. He leaned down and kissed her ass as he fingered the nice pussy hole. He nibbled her ass as he finger fucked her feeling her cum more than once. He ran his finger up the crack of her ass and felt her round bud. He rubbed the bud and felt her cum once more. he pushed her head down to the table which raised her ass and her spread her open and found the opening to her cunt with his cock. He slowly pushed into her hole. She had not.