Suddenly Karel found himself with his nose pressed against her clit, her scent filling his nostrils stronger then ever before. ?Ooooh that feels good?... For a few seconds, Mrs. De Witt remained silent, then she spoke again, her voice slightly higher. ?Now you are our slave, boy. You called yourself wanker, so Wanker will be your name. Do you understand, Wanker?? Karel strained to look up. Across the fumbled dress he could see her face, her eyes shining with delight. He tried to nod, but with his. I could almost keep up with her orgasm this time and only a little escaped my taut lips as I swallowed her salty load with loud, hungry gulps and low moans of pleasure. The sensation of her creamy spunk sliding down my throat seemed to warm me all over and my own small penis ached in my trousers, but I ignored it completely.All of my attention was focused on Stacy and I held her cock firmly with my right hand, jerking her off while she came all over my tongue. I squeezed her balls too, as if I. " You have a storage locker?" Yeah, baby. I can't keep EVERYTHING in that trailer. It's stuff I didn't leave back home because I knew I'd need it. I have a bike. Some camping gear. Cold weather clothes. That kind of stuff." Camping gear?" Yeah. Why?" Like in 'spendin' the night in the woods' campin'?" Or on the beach. Or in the desert."She giggled. "Uh, this is Alabama. We got woods. We even got beaches. We don't have deserts." Oh, dear girl, there IS life outside Alabama. If you think you saw. It felt completely out of place in the Centron, and the slightly bobbing form of the Prosops inside struck Hilderich as almost vulgar.Hilderich could not believe he had not seen it the moment he stepped inside, indeed he cursed himself silently for not seeing it as he had walked down the length of the corridor. From the roof of the large room hang a large metal assemblage, angular and bulky, almost orthogonal in shape.Whatever it was, it had almost definitely been placed in this room as an.