She had a French armchair soaked in neoclassicism specifically for the Doctor to sprawl in sideways, back against one armrest and knees clipped over t...e other. ‘No, no—I’ll be honest. Mostly honest. It’s Clara. She seems like she’s in a bit of a funk lately.’ Vastra jotted down a line in her letter to Mr. Doyle. Although she implicitly trusted his authorial vision once he’d been given a description of a case by Jenny, she did like to add a few insights for him to incorporate, giving the reader. She had the head of his cock between her palms while she licked around the tip. Then she would take it into her mouth, move her hands down the shaft as she took more of the cock into her mouth and close her hands around the shaft as she got the cock as deep into her mouth as she was able. She would then remove her mouth to the tip and then, gripping tightly, move her hands back up to the tip before beginning again. It was an amazing-looking technique, but a technique that could only be used on. ‘Uhm, what?’ ‘You were saying… something about the light?’ He looked more amused at that moment than anything else. For a moment, she wondered what he was talking about, she hadn’t said anything of the sort. Had she? And then she could feel him rubbing her back. Gently at first, it barely registered in her mind until it turned into a massage. How did he get me facing this way? ‘Relax… you’re so tense.’ She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck as the man gently kneaded her back and. It stops just above her pierced belly button. A black latex thong isn't so much covering her mound, as splitting her lips, and she's kept on her sexy knee-high boots."Wow."She moves past me, brushing her hand against my crotch as she does, and starts the water running, while I get the camera ready.We have one of those bath-tub-and-shower-in-one things. Sadie tests that the water is warm enough out of the shower-head and, seemingly satisfied, turns to me.I nod to indicate that I'm rolling.