I wasn’t sure if you were going to come?”“You mean about what happened? I just got carried away.” She stands close to him brushing his arm wit... her breast, and says, “I liked it. Why do you think I want to help you shop?”“I liked it a lot. Nothing like that has ever happened before.”“I’ve been looking forward to helping you pick out some outfits for your fiancée.”“How did your husband like the outfits I helped you with?”“He really liked them. He thinks you have good tastes. Although he did want. " He stared down at his hand. He gently pushed against her stretched open pussy, trying to see how much he could get in. "Do it," she stammered. "Push harder." There was a face of pain and pleasure. "Please push it in." "Damn, love," he laughed, "You want me to fist your dirty cunt." Please," she begged. And with that, he pushed his hand in fully, none too gently now, and then frigged her pussy with his whole hand. She grasped the table with one hand and a nipple with the other. One of the lads. ” Those words had opened up old wounds and Anna found her eyes watering once again as she thought about her dead lover.The Bounty Hunter didn’t stop just because his audience was crying. He needed to get his message across after all.“Yes, you are quite correct. He is dead. For now. Believe me when I say this. The state of death of any individual in this system is not as permanent as we would like. Think about everything we have already witnessed since the dawn of the new order. Do you really. “Yes, Ma’am,” I said quietly.“Go get the ottoman to bend over and present yourself to Emma while I prep her,” she instructed.I went and retrieved the soft, plush ottoman from in front of the couch while Jess secured the strap-on harness around Emma’s back. As I positioned the ottoman, I glanced at Emma and saw the dildo sticking obscenely from her waistline, her bald pussy completely exposed below it.I got down on my knees and faced the ottoman. I leaned over it, my stomach pressing against the.