The window shattered, and my newest model was plucked from the tables and spun into the fire. I dived below the level of the window sill and heard a c...r speed off, wheels screeching as they spun. I heard one more shot and then the sound of a car smashing into some thing, and the soft whump of it catching fire. I crawled to the grate, and using the poker, pulled my model from the flames. The emergency services arrived, did what they do, and left. The police gathered some details and arranged to. Her eyes closed, lost in the thrumming sensations in her cunt. Up and down her arms, over her tits. Gradually, without her having any idea how long it took, the sensations stopped. Daniella's eyes half opened. Her eyelashes spelled "Dominica." She slowly blinked, and again opened her eyes.The squirrel was still there. She stared at it, and again began pumping her pussy, wiggling her butt. She swayed her hips to the left, in a deep, sensuous arc. Then back again. Eyes always on the squirrel. It. I slipped a third finger into her.Even as I worked Becca's body like a violin, I struggled to think about anything but sex. I thought about the pneumatic presses out on the factory floor. I thought about bills and cleaning out the refrigerator. I didn't want to come yet. I didn't want to come until the right audience saw me.Becca was just theatre. I wanted to be seen with her. I wanted Susan to see how I made love. Susan worked on the shear line and I only saw her when we were clocking out or. She is a brunette with shoulder length hair. Her legs are clad in Walford sheer nylons with high-heeled sandals. Driving back to the cottage, our friend Ursala is seated behind you in the rented Mercedes. A small accident has backed up traffic (ein stau) but the tow vehicle can be seen sorting out the wreckage. I turn to tell Ursala the problem, and discover she is napping in the comfortable leather seat. I whisper to you that our friend is very tired. You turn and see that she is fast asleep..