" He uttered as the tailorreturned to his customer. Charlie looked over the current possessor of the basketball – darkbrown hair, neatly cut, a lith... firm body unbent from years staring at stitching,he had immaculate dress sense (as one would expect from a tailor). He workedquickly and efficiently, inserting pins here, making folds in the jacket there,and finally he announced: "Thankyou Mr Simes, I'll have the alterations doneby Tuesday, you can pick it up in the evening if that's convenient".. I readjusted, dipped my cock into her pussy, running the outside and covering my shaft in her juices, then placed it back at her ass. I pushed in and the head went in fairly easy. “Oh-gah…MMmmph….” Liz said. She was looking back at me with her mouth hanging open, panting. She then smiled and nodded. Elizabeth Sierra’s ass was now taking my dick. The work WAS worth the rewardI began to rock in and out of her ass, each thrust gaining ground on unexplored territory. She was screaming and. " How do you know?" It would have happened anyway. Georgy's a vengeful asshole." And you're not?"Jerry laughed. "You're a bitch aren't you?" Through and through my predatory motherfucker." Yes my bitch angel. It's an essential qualification for my business, an eye for an eye and all that, although we've learned restraint and subtlety in our revenge."Mary chuckled, a welcome noise for Jerry. "I'm getting that. Okay. Do they need to hide or something?" No. In fact the opposite. They need to be. Fenella had been the only child of intensely religious parents for whom expressions like “the world, the flesh and the Devil”, “sins of the flesh” and “burning in hell” actually meant something concrete. They were active members of an evangelical church congregation that, while not a cult, was nonetheless very tightly knit. In spite of what her parents and their co-religionists sought to inculcate into their kids, Fenella and her friends in the church community seemed to develop a healthy.