" Oh, my goodness!" I sat down in the chair across from her. Brad was sitting on the edge of the bed. In spite of the tears flowing down his face, his...face was glowing."I'll say! Her sister, the Wicked Witch of the West, pitched a hissy fit, but the good witch Glinda gave her what-for and she went back home. Of course, she had the final word, saying I hadn't seen the last of her." What happened then?" The Munchkins had a party for me and then I started down the yellow-brick road to the city of. " One hand dipped between her legs and she flicked the piercing, moaning."You're not that big a bastard, are you, Gibbs?" she asked, shifting positions. She settled into the comfortable overstuffed chair that was near his bed, her legs draped over the arms. "You're not that into orgasm denial, are you? I know about the leather thing and the dominance thing, but Jenny never told me that you like to make women wait for it."Her hands parted her folds and she began stroking herself slowly. "I know. The smell made Botched Job crazy with lust. His own dick was now so hard it hurt in his undies and he pulled them out, not caring he tore them half up.“Grox, how I missed you”, he said softly, more to himself than to Grox.“I’m all yours, sweetie”, Grox said, “I will always be.” The girth of Grox’ dick was phenomenal. Botched Job couldn’t get his fingers across it, not even halfway, let alone take it into his mouth. Instead he continued licking and started to rub it with both hands. He loved. . and shown the whip.” Creed now realised that his presence as Julia’s property was not as insignificant as the nonchalant attitude he’d been shown by the women had suggested Julia pointed Creed forward with her crop, and he followed with a little hesitation as her words sank in, her dominant presence ensuring he obeyed. Her curt smile followed Agnes’ dark and excited look at Creed; her guard now down as the pleasures of her house beckoned.“Oh ... there’s no going back now ... I think Madam.