Wendy more thoughtfully pointed out that if I wanted Florence as a slave and was happy with her that way, FUCK ensured that she would want it too. So ...he best thing for my happiness and hers was to stop worrying about it and enjoy her services. ‘Don’t forget,’ she said, ‘that that girl up there may be a bit confused, even overwhelmed, by what’s happened but she’s also the happiest she’s been in her young life. Fran’s Law,’ she reminded me: ‘it’s induced, but it’s still real. She wouldn’t want. Now don't actually touch the wall but sidestep along the wall with me."We sidestep along the wall, reach the weapons cache and Destiny has calmed as she remarks, "Ben, that drone seems to be circling and doesn't seem to know where we are. But we can't stay here forever and sooner or later they will direct men into this area to search for us"I reply, "Well, part one of plan A worked and you're right that they sure as hell will send men to patrol the area. We will now use part two of plan A to. ”“Now I think you’re exaggerating a little.” Willow chuckled. “Let’s find your family’s table and get something to eat. I’m starved!”“Hello, ladies. Can I help you?” asked a male voice originating from Willow’s left.Jessica was unable to see the speaker since he was off to the left side of the doorway, but it was obvious that Willow was quite impressed. Her mouth hung open and her face flushed as she openly stared. Jessica had to nudge Willow gently so she would move ahead a step. She managed. "Oh God! Yes, it fells good!" he cried. In no time he was hard again. This time we took pictures in the same poses but added his hands and my hands to the immages. Wendy then produced a tape measure, the kind tailors use. Measured from the top of the base to the tip of his glans was 11 inches. And an astonishing 7 and 1/2 inches at its thickest point. "Okay Jody, you can put your shorts back on," I told him solicitiously. The look on both their faces was really funny. They.