He chuckled."What's so funny?" Seven asked."You'll find out," Jack laughed.That night a green fog joined the grey one."Oh, God, Jack ... what is that ...mell? Did they build a tannery over night?" Pea soup, Sultry. Pea soup. I told Seven. You just found out."Sultry went out to sleep in the backhouse.The next three days were profitable, exciting, messy, infuriating."Profit's up," said Art. "Changing the evening decor has paid off big." Great," said Jack. "How about your end, Six?" Mostly with the. The burning sensation started again as his bell end entered her, she stopped him going any further and held on, her hand went to her clit, which she rubbed hard, and the pleasure counteracted the burning sensation, and she allowed him to push his cock further into her shit hole. His hard veiny cock, which she knew very from sucking him off since she was 12 and then fucked in her cunt as Aunt Madge had instructed them a year or so ago whenever she wanted it, felt twice its size in her bum. Her. There was a bitterness to that smile that destroyed its beauty.Jean-Paul watched Claire for a few more moments then began to approach her. He walked deliberately up to her and not in the normal meandering way most men try to approach casually. He stopped around six feet from her, as though not wanting to invade her space.“You do not like my artwork?” He asked, his voice heavy and rich with accent.Claire looked at him with a sideways glance, trying to figure out if the accent was real or another. In all honesty, I didn’t like her boyfriend that much because I knew he treated her badly sometimes just to show her he was the boss. It was totally unnecessary because she was beautifully trained in submission in all regards.We didn’t take the subway to the airport because there was a lot of rampant violent crime lately. I hired one of those limo company cars because I wanted Princess to be safe on the journey to the plane. It felt strange to me to be more concerned about our in-country travel.