"I CAN'T!" You can," Smooth replied. "This is gonna be just as hard on you as you make it -- not as WE make it, 'cause we're gonna get ours, and you k...ow it. You be only hurting yourself." He eyed her for a moment. "We can offer incentives, if you like..." Incentives?" Show her an incentive, Ricky."SMASH! Ricky's huge fist impacted her belly! Toni doubled up, in agony -- or tried to, with only the hand Ricky released to punch her free. She fought to breathe, hearing distantly, "That's an. ”“I like your idea of brunch.”Scotty was surprised when he saw the painting. “That’s great! I like it.”“I thought you would,” Suzy said, smirking. The painting was a portrait of Sandra, gawking and slack-jawed, full length and naked. The canvass was four feet high. Her body was lithe and willowy, but she sported the erect, dark penis of Scotty, his hairy scrotal sack hanging loosely beneath it. They had some cappuccino and smoked a few joints. Bridget was still asleep in her bedroom. Suzy and. I’m not that hungry now, I could maybe do with something to drink though. Some of that wine we’ve been saving—”Her voice died off as Harry pulled his hand out from his pocket. Her crystal blue eyes widening in surprise at what she saw dangling from his hand. The small collection of black silk in Harry’s hand brought Daphne to a halt as she felt her mouth go dry from just looking at the collection.The silk had been hidden away in her jewellery collection for years, hidden away from c***dren’s. His breath still trembled as he regained control over his body. He finally looked over at Sandra and Wanda. Both looked as worn out as he felt.They lay on the bed, not speaking or moving. Come ran from Sandra’s cunt and pooled to form a wet spot on the bed. The dildo, in an obscene parody of male anatomy, stood waving with each breath that Wanda took. Glen lay there as his asshole slowly returned to normal size and the juices of his activities with Sandra dried on his cock into a crusty.