" Replied Marcelo. "Now please try to keep up, my time is not cheap." But we were expecting this to be a blowjob, class." interrupted Erica.Marcelo si...hed and fished an A4 sheet of paper out of his bag. "Is one of you Erica Durance?" Yes that's me but..."Marcelo didn't let her finish, "And is one of you Jane Silvers: bride-to-be?" Yes but..." And did you Ms Durance not purchase a two hour private class for four with a Mr Marcelo Demarco for this evening as a wedding gift for the aforementioned. . fucking ... stupid... Ten minutes later, she was back in the catacombs where she first talked with Julias. Dark, filled with bones, deep underground with nothing but stone and earth and death around her. No one would hear her here.“Aaaaaaaaaaaarr!”Her claws came out in full force. The shelves held hundreds of skulls on layers of stone and dust, and it all came crashing down when her claws ripped through them. Her inner-beast took over, and she scratched and clawed against the walls with rabid. For a start it was huge, with a massive balcony window that looked down over the hotel’s extensive gardens. Everything within the room was equally super-sized, especially the four-poster bed which was certainly the centrepiece of the room, as well as a Jacuzzi sunken into the floor of the luxurious bathroom. Putting down her bag, Meg’s attention was caught by a note on the coffee table, alongside which lay a blindfold. Dear Meg. Please can you be wearing this (and ideally not too much else) at. I slightly pinched them as I rolled them between my fingers. A soft moan escaped her lips as she leaned back planting her hands on my thighs and began grinding back and forth against my cock. As pleasurable as this felt, it started to become painful as the clothing rubbed against the underside of my cock. “What the hell are we doing still dressed?” I asked her. She paused, looked down at me and gave me a wink. She jumped off me and grabbed my hand leading me to her bedroom. Once through her.