I could only think for the moment and neverable to formulate any long term thoughts or ideas. I had given up on anyideas as I saw only an unending str...am of days filled with being maid,office secretary, and then the evenings as a toy, a Victorian talkingdoll, as a plaything for Tiffany.What did change was that after that first night in what I thought was areal torture room, turned out to be not so. During a day in thefollowing week, I could hear a lot of coming and going, and what soundedlike. In my reflection, in the mirror, I could see how wet my pussy was. The lights above my mirror reflected softly off of my wetness, gleaming. I realized how wet I truly was. I finished taping the final corners of the drop cloth on the mirror covering it completely. I taped all of the edges so that the drop cloth was held tight against the mirror. This left me feeling slightly better. Could the monster reach my mirror? Was it confined solely to the mirror in the gym? How could it reach. My hands made their way up under her skirt and around her panties to her super wet cunt. We both stood up and Abby pulled up her skirt and took off her panties and flipped up the armrest and laid across the four seats with her legs open. I took off my pants and knelt down and buried my face in her golden brown untrimmed snatch. It only took about two minutes for me to bring Abby to orgasim, and it was a big one. She bucked and screamed and locked her legs tightly around my head. She said it had. He wanted the night to last, for her and for himself. Her eyes were still closed when he looked up at her after a while, his breathing in check. With her dark hair spread onto the white sheets, lips parted, she looked like an angel to him. Mik kissed her neck and felt the goose bumps spread on her skin yet again. He bit a fold of her skin tenderly, tentatively and heard the low purr of pleasure that tore from the base of her throat. Brie’s brows were crossed now, from desire, he knew. Her body.