Her soft smooth skin was flawless except where her panty girdle had left telltale marks around her waist. Her silky white panty started just below tho...e marks the girdle left. The glimmer of the silky nylon as it moved with us was sensuous and erotic in my mind. Her words of encouragement as well as my sexually charged mind spurred my continued steady rhythm. Greta moaned again and I felt her hands pull at my hips and her heels locked behind my knees. I felt a tremor in her body, something akin. ‘Soon enough,’ he was told.Spartacus had given up on life. He had fought as hard as he could to win his freedom, but that dream was now over. There was no way he would be a slave for even a moment. He now looked forward to death; it would be a release of sorts. All that mattered now was not submitting to his enemy. He would continue to spit in their faces, to laugh at them. With the strength the food and water had given him, he knew he was now invincible.He presumed he would be well guarded. She could fuck them into an early grave, but only after they gave her enough to survive.Yes, yes, that sounded like fun. It was sad with Daddy, but that was because she adored him. He was her own father. It was something else with other old men looking for eye and arm candy. She would make them die very happy, but in return, she wanted chunks of their estate. She was a chunky woman, after all, Monica giggled as she punned in her mind.Oh, yes, there were lots of possibilities. She could even. ‘Hey, you ready to head back yet?’ James leapt when he felt Damian’s touch on his shoulder. Judging by the way he had one hand on hip it wasn’t the first time he’d asked the question. ‘You okay?’ ‘Yeah, how are we getting this thing out of here?’ James asked reaching out to touch it again. He stopped short when he noticed that Damian was still there. He’d see it change colors. He’d know there was something inside, something that needed help. He’d want to take it away, put it in quarantine.