Withher hand unconsciously playing between her legs, the other pinching her onenipple, 'Why not?' Kim thought to herself, 'I deserve a few minutesof s...atisfaction!' She was able to hear the girls talking on the patio,so she knew where they were. Knowingthis could not be long and must be kept simple, she picked up a large foamtype ball gag and inserted the ball deep into the confines of her mouth andbuckled the strap behind her head. Glancing at a full length mirror and seeingher nude,. “Liar,” he drawled, sliding the rigid length of himself into her. And he knew he was right as he watched the storm rise in her eyes once more. She lifted her other leg, spreading herself to allow him all the room he would need, her legs framing him. He drove into her slowly, his pace meant to tease and torture. Groaning, Kahlia held onto him as he rocked inside her in slow, shallow thrusts that tempted but never delivered. Minutes later, she lay on her back clawing at the sheets and attempting. An older man was sitting at an old metal desk. He looked up when Martin and Ann walked in and smiled. ‘Bart Walker, I’d like you to meet Ann Wallin,’ Martin said, ‘Ann, this is Bart Walker, the oldest living arson investigator in the world.’ The older man stood up. He was chubby, his suit looked a little seedy, and his hair was thinning. Ann noticed that he had a nice smile, and his blue eyes sparkled. A person might underestimate his rather bland looks but, if you were careful, you could see. Of course I knew where and how to rub her, which I’m sure helped. But she didn’t squeal. She groaned in what sounded like agony, but then, as soon as her legs let my hand loose, she had her lips on mine, giving me tongue like we were lovers.“Thank you so much,” she panted. “I can’t wait to do that again!”“You’re not supposed to be planning on doing things again,” I complained. “This is just so you know what things feel like ... remember?”“All I remember is feeling wonderful,” she said, her eyes.