The crows had come back and they sqauked in horror and fright when they saw the dead body of their former member gone from the place it had fallen. It...was now on the shoulder of the Scarecrow put back together. The line from where it was cut was obvious to all of the crows. It's eyes were a tomato red. It's wings now nashed looking. It's head twisted over in less then a second, hearing a car comeing down the road. It drew another sickle from it's tattered coat. It then whipped the sickle. As she drew my cock into her mouth again, I gently grabbed her hair and moved her against the shower wall. She looked up as her tongue swirled around my cock, then before she took me in again I pushed her onto the dildo, a look of surprise ran over her face, followed by a moan as my cock hit the back of her mouth, and the dildo sank deep inside her. Jayne was soon in a rhythm, bringing my cock to the edge of her mouth and the dildo, nearly to the point of falling free. Then she slammed herself. Right on her butt.?Arghhh, eeee owww!?Lube fingers, stick ?em in her ass. Quick. ?Eyoupe! Ooooo, oooo? oo??By George, I think she liked it! She really squeezed her sphincter. I?ll diddle her clit with my other hand. No response. She?s just not happy. I wonder why. Tomorrow we?ll try cock? or dildo. Yeah, stretch her on bed, shove bigger and bigger dildos in her cunt. In a few days I?ll strap her to the bondage bench and ram the dildo into her ass then fuck her cunt. Oh shit, I have. The next day I was quite surprised to actually meet her at the museum. "I needed to be on time because I don't even have your number" said Emily. I replied: "I will never ever give my colleagues my phone number again. They are always late at meetings". Emily seemed quite interested in the photography and I was also impressed. At the gift shop I bought the catalogue. Emily looked surprised but I told her that I collect them and buy one catalogue for every exhibition I have ever been to...more or.