Do you understand, slut?" Mmhmmm..." Daphne nodded and I couldn't really blame her for not answering better, since I was shoving three fingers in her ...outh now. Her tongue was going wild on my fingers and I was worried I might not be able to control myself. I pulled my fingers out of her hot mouth and opened the pint of ice cream.I threw the lid over to the table and dug a small spoonful out. I brought the spoon to her lips and she opened her mouth obediently. Instead of feeding her the ice. In her dream, she was in the barn strung up by a brute of a farmer and his clod son. They were laughing as they wrapped the coarse rope around her tits and lifted her up off the ground. They shoved a carrot up her ass and made her wiggle obscenely while the clod hung from her pussy lips and stretched them. Then she was riding Drogon over a Hag’s Mire, and she burned it to the ground as vengeance, and the clod and his father burned and cursed her name. In another dream, the great horse god of. The smell was typical of arecently worn leather shoe. Warm, slightly damp and with the smell ofdirty feet. As we had been walking on tar and indoors most of the daythe shoes were not very dirty and while licking it wasn't something I'dbrag about, it wasn't too bad either.As I licked at her shoe she was stepping into a strap on. She pulled thestraps up her legs and tightened the buckles at her waist and around thelegs. She stroked it a few times. "Ooohhhh, yes. That feels good. Andsoon you, my. Not hurrying, Carla stood up and began to take off her clothes, posing provocatively, seductively, as she did so... knowing that Joan couldn't help but watch. She was a practiced expert... Fascinated, in fact... almost hypnotized, Joan Pearson watched the other woman strip off her encumbering garments, to reveal the loveliness of her soft, clear-skinned body... the voluptuousness of her curvaceously delicate figure, and she wondered... even as she watched, with a feeling of revulsion for what.