"See you, Kyla." "Good luck," Kyla said. Kyla and Lonji entered the lifts, leaving Shandel and Thraiza to the Pit. Lonji shook his head. "You know us ...andlers are supposed to be fostering competitiveness, not compassion. Thraiza is using you to cover her own incompetence." "So you keep saying," Kyla replied. "You know I appreciate your empathy," Lonji told her. "I just like to remind you sometimes of our purposes. You seem almost too comfortable here, sometimes." Kyla laughed. "What? Are you. My pussy lips were quivering from excitement and I knew my orgasm is not far. It was now my turn to feel the pressure building deep inside me. Rev movements were now more frantic, he must have sensed my climax approaching. With a huge cry I grabbed the head of Rev and forced it to my cunt, filling his lapping mouth with my sweet nectar. I was having the most intense orgasms I can ever remember. Rev didn't stop till he sucked and licked every drop of my spending. When he withdrew his head from. Drying myself off I walked into the bedroom, there on the bed was a set of lingerie – bra, panties, suspender belt, stockings, full slip – all in black and with lovely lace trim. There was also a nice summer button-through dress and heels. I dressed carefully, paying attention to getting everything lined up and no folded-over waist-bands. Last to go on were the heels, a new experience for me!I walked (OK, hobbled!) into the lounge, Phil was reclining on one sofa with a gin and tonic in his. You knew moving out into the suburbs was a mistake as soon as you signed the papers. But "Jace Tyreson never backs away from a fight," or so you keep telling yourself. House arrest isn't so bad, you try to tell yourself. Your food is delivered to you on time, the TV and computer work, and for the most part, your needs are pretty much taken care of for you. At least you don't need to wear one of those garish ankle monitors. Still, the situation itself is an insult.Maybe you could've seen this.