Forgive my lack of manners. I'm Erik Corlett." Jessie Trabert," she said. "Do you work here?" No, I don't, but I do know a few things about Jeeps sinc... that's all I've had for about ten years."Erik studied the petite woman in front of him. She wasn't his usual athletic type but something in her eyes drew him to her. They wandered through the rows of new and used vehicles with Erik pointing out things he found to be pros or cons of each one."Well, Erik, thank you for trying to teach me a little. I placed the rubber-tipped bottom of the dildo stick on the floor so that it wouldn't kick out with her struggling and free her from its torment. And there she was... bound to my Cross with the dildo stick stuffed up her pussy like she had been skewered on it."I'll bet that dirty little pussy is stuffed full of cock now isn't it, slut? You've never had anything that big in that filthy fuckhole of yours have you?" I hissed sarcastically."Mmmppphh..." I could see her shudder as she moaned in. I told my folks what Aunty Sheen told Dee, that she had to go out to town to meet with retailers for her herbs and spice business. As expected, my folks readily gave me the keys because I was helping my ‘poor widowed aunt’.It was a few minutes to 12 PM and I was sitting ready for Aunty Sheen’s call in my room. I had on a dark green fitting tee with a pair of khaki cargo pants. In the meanwhile, I was chatting with Dee. She was grumbling about her mom taking me with her. She moaned how it was. There was no warding on these stairs, and I ascended to the second floor.Down another short hall, I emerged into the main hall with its burgundy carpet and dim lights. I was near the main stairway, and there was a long section of railing that opened over the foyer beneath. When I looked down, I saw Mr. Woodhouse crossing, his hard-soled shoes clicking on the ornate floor. He passed the main stairs, heading to that other set of stairs, the narrow, hidden stairs to the basement.Renee – if he.