I took a deep gulp of dry air. I was almost certain the bra belonged to Shelly. I also knew that if it did, it couldn’t have been removed unless her dress had been completely removed first. “Is she OK?” was the first thing I was desperate to ask. “Search me,” said the gravelly voiced goon. “Hard to tell with all that ruckus going on.” “Ruckus?” I exclaimed in a panic. “What ruckus?” “Oh, all the caterwauling and jeering and screaming and such. You know what it’s like when you have a room full of women all baying and carrying on.” “Screaming and baying?” I almost yelled. “Yeah, you should’ve heard ‘em. They were like a load of wildcats ripping into a mouse. indian When those dykes get a craze on, there’s no stopping ‘em. I was glad to get out of there.” “Only ‘cos most of ‘em could whoop your ass, eh, Tone?” “Oh, very funny I’m sure,” replied the gorilla sized goon who appeared to be called Tone. “Well, it’s true. I don’t know where Miss C finds ‘em. They all look like Russian weight-lifters to me.” “It’s from all that back-breaking landscaping work they do. I’d like to see you push a wheelbarrow full of rocks around all day. Bloody amazon dykes” “Yeah, OK, OK. Anyways, what are we gonna do with this young fella here. We gotta keep him busy,” he said, clapping me on the shoulder a few times. “Wanna drink?” “I’d like to go see Shelly,” I said, with all the courage I could muster. “So that’s the name of the blonde bimbo upstairs having the time of her life?” “She’s my girlfriend, and they took her upstairs, yes, and I’d like to go see her.” I said. “Oh, they took her, alright. Still taking her last time I saw. But it’s like this, sport. Every now and again, Miss C gives her workers a treat. Does Linda treat you okay?” “Oh, that is naughty, President Futa.” “I don’t know what that is, but it sounds delicious!” "Bend over on the chair." “Bad bitches need to be punished.” She winked at him as his father was distracted by the bills. Which wasn't an insult to Kelly, she knew her mother had aged very well. You nod as a combination of sexual excitement and a little fear rushes over you. It’s Adam.” As you submerge your tired body into the warm soothing water, I take your phone and open your soundscapes app and start the relaxing mix you set up. “Oh my, God! I was starting to get into a rhythm as I was feeling that wonderful tingle and pressure once again. “Fuel dog?” I asked. “Fuck me, Daddy!” I cried pathetically. She shuddered and whimpered and trembled then sighed as I replaced it on her abused nub. The indian sound echoed across the valley, muting the murderous revelry. “Please Mr. Emerson…” “Yes?” “Don’t” I felt his fingers stop…”Don’t stop…please don’t stop!” and his fingers went to work on me again. I don’t think she was expecting to be forgiven so quickly. “Yes, very nice to meet you Miss Johnson and Mr. Jackson.” Jennifer said, and Hank saw her gaze back at him and stare. I didn't really exp--" She felt a very nice hard and long cock. Chapter 7 - Lead Us To Temptation “Of Goblins anyway. “Oh, America, she's found my G-spot!”