I had to stifle a laugh. Since Roxie had forgotten to cover her open mouth, a laugh would sound critical. ‘Christine, what is the best way to get Ja...on off?’ Christine mimed drinking coffee. Jason laughed. Christine put her fist in her palm and twisted her arm back and forth. ‘Grinding coffee? Coffee grounds?’ Christine had already started moving her hands up and down, like milking a cow. ‘Milking. Grinding milk? Milking coffee? Milk and coffee? Latte.’ Christine smiled. ‘Wait a minute. That. He swigged the harsh spirit in one go. Beyond the curtained window, under sparkling winter stars which skimmed low overhead in a fragile and glacial panoply, frost thickened over the sleeping city. * AMY WOKE IN SUDDEN, urgent panic. There was something in the room with her. She struggled to sit upright in a strange bed, in a room she didn’t recognise, with the gluey residue of sleep fogging her brain and strands of a nightmare tugging her into despair. Where the hell was she? Who was in the. With full breasts displaying nipples hard with sexual excitement, her cunt openly displayed below the black leather corset over which those mature breasts hung, standing tall in knee length boots and black silk cape with her hair high in a bun, Agnes Fairchild was the epitome of feminine dominance as she surveyed her gallows with a smile, and enjoyed the feel of Lumsden cowering in submission on the leash at her feet, thrilled at seeing him view the coffin hauled across to await its occupant in. "He followed her out to the driving area and got into a mid-size sedan next to the short girl with the great looking ass. The car had two sets of steering wheels and brake and gas pedals on both driver and passenger sides.Maria reached over his knee to show him the pedals and the manual brake. One of her hands rested on his leg so close to his cock that he could feel the edge of her pinky pushing right up against his meaty shaft. He could see her breasts starting to heave a bit from her.