"No? What do you mean, 'no'? If you don't want me to pay for your shirt, then kindly let me go!" You tug at your wrist, as if to remind me that I am s...ill holding your captive. The feral grin I shoot you at your actions sends a shiver of apprehension along your frame, visible to my discerning eye."A couple of bucks won't pay for this... this rag.... Thanks lady, this is now the most expensive dustcloth you've ever seen. Not to mention my skin is sticky and my pants are wet, too." At my low,. ‘That’s because I have seen what Richard can do, especially when he’s mad.’ she started and felt the tears gathering in her eyes as she recalled a memory from long ago. ‘When my father died and my mother took up with Gerald, he moved in and brought along two sons, one of which is Richard.’ ‘He’s Gerald’s son!’ Adam said, flabbergasted by this revelation. ‘Yes, but he’s nothing like his father, other than the temper of course. But he only gets mad like that if someone is hurting, not like Gerald. Now as she danced, the 3 long golden crucifix swung about her hips and thighs, flashing in the light. Closer and closer the Nun danced to the seated man, allowing his withered but hot old fingers the chance to touch the supple young body of his sexy Angel of Mercy. Presenting her ass to within 6 of his face, she shuddered with delight as she felt his rapid breathing warm her skin, making goose pimples pop upon her flesh. Wet kisses followed, the widower tasting the salty moisture of her globes,. " She led me to to the full-length mirror and then pulled the hood off. I don't know what I expected but somehow seeing the cage in position and feeling its weight was sexy in a weird way. Carol liked the look; was that a good thing? Right then, I had no intention of making this a permanent part of my wardrobe.I twirled around once or twice like a fashion model, figuring I might as well milk it for all it was worth before it was Carol’s turn. She hugged me, a long hug, must have been at least.