I suggested that although none of this scene made sense to her, she was still engrossed by Jim’s dick and wanted to take over for Carol who had been...using it as a lollipop for quite a while now. Jim just whimpered at the thought of more use of his organ. I did allow him to release a little tension, however. I told him to shred the clothes that Denise was wearing right off her body. He leapt at that chance and each item she wore was torn at least three times. When he ripped off Denise’s panties. Her arms were bare from the shoulders down, apart from the delicate watch around her left wrist and the fine bracelet she wears on her right wrist. Sometimes she's worn hose or tights or whatever but today her long, muscular legs were bare.I've always been a leg-man. Sure, I like to admire the whole package but I always start by looking at the legs and hers are gorgeous. Apart from a little group of freckles on her left shoulder, her skin is flawless – unmarred by unsightly tattoos. Today's. “I don’t KNOW! Are you slow or something?” Callie answered forcefully, still shaking with fear. She WOULDN’T let them intimidate her! She smiled instead.“What’s so funny?” he asked.“I’ve never seen two dead men walking. Lightfoot’s going to kill you both when he finds us.”The bruiser moved closer. “I’ll ask one more time. Where are the papers your father had?”Using every ounce of strength from years of dancing, Callie kicked both feet up into his balls. His eyes bulged before he bent and slowly. “Uh...”John glanced back and swore. The doors at the other end which had been closed when they entered were now wide open. A solid line of draugyr, fifteen or twenty wide, backed by five massive trolls, the shaggiest and burliest he’d seen yet, with another living frost giant commanding them, marched down the hall to a position just outside the arena. These draugyr were all former orcs, wearing plate cuirasses, helmets and greaves. Each carried a large curved rectangular shield and.