She did not look away either. She held my stare and, almost imperceptibly, nodded. Without saying a word I held the door open for the apartment buil...ing and she walked in.We rode the elevator like to work colleagues, standing next to each other, not touching. We left the lift and I got my card out of my pocket,scanned it, and opened the door, again.Once again I held the door open and she walked in and I followed. She stood in the sitting room of the apartment, about a foot from the wall. I. I pushed a pillow beneath my hips, as I felt something cold and wet greet my anus. Hugh slowly worked in a finger. I moaned at the pleasure of it. I may have been a virgin, but I had experimented with some toys in the past, and his one finger was smaller than what I knew I could take easily. He seemed to realize this and placed in a second. He, then, vacated my anus with his fingers. I felt something long and stiff, but flexible and somewhat cold, work it's way in. It had to be a dildo. This. So why did she bother with Davy Jones? Because he was strong?Brenda. She owned the condo. Did she know? She collected pictures of herself with powerful people. Did she collect the rent from them as well?Simon. Smart enough. Smarter than all of them. Smarter than me. Simon could manage that kind of money—change its form—put it into the economy under a legitimate guise. Simon was dead; wasn’t he?I went back to sleep.It was better than light the next time I woke up. Something soft and lingering. I flicked my tongue across his bunghole before I pushed it in the first time. John moaned slightly and pushed his hips forward some wanting my tongue deeper in his ass. I pushed a little harder and my tongue slid further into his asshole. I started darting my tongue in and out, fucking his puckered hole. At one point I removed my tongue and teasingly flicked all around the outside of John’s anus. I could feel all of the small skin ridges surrounding his hole. I tongue fucked his hole a little.
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