Get them wide. Show me that pussy I own.”“Yes, Sir.” She moved a little to the left, so he could see everything. “Sir, may I please hump th... floor? If it pleases you, Sir.”“It does, pet. It amuses me. Hump the floor as you tell me about last weekend. What fun did I have with my pet?”Though her pussy was sore from the two previous humpings and the spanking, the floor felt oddly good. She said, “Friday night, Sir, you took me to dinner.” Friday night was their ‘date’ night, though just. .." "My exploring fingers found the state of my prison to be..." A1: Voluminously Filled With Silk And Dried Herbs.A2: Tattered, Torn, And Mouldering, With A Cloying Reak Of Mildew And DecayA3: Made Of Well Sanded Pine Covered With Cotton Held On With Staples.A4: Decorated Along It's Sides With What My Probing Fingers Revealed To My Mind's Eye As Death's Head's And Ankhs."and my body to have the characteristics of,"B1: Small 'cute' lips, a little flat-ish 'snub' nose, small square teeth, a. “Putain… oui, oui…”She twisted at the waist, taut abdominals revealed and I held firm. Clasping the sheets, her back arched and I plunged in deeper. Drops of sweat fell to her shaking body, febrile, animal, single-minded; I could not relent. “Say you will,” she croaked, “please…”"I will… I will…”Rising up, she shook hard, collapsed, and shuddered. Hard desperate lunges liberated her wretched climax of seizures and explosive yelps. “Putain! Oh, Putain!”Caught in its vice, squeezed by rolling. " You really wouldn't want our house to be a green-badge area, would you? All the security protocols, frequent sweeps for bugs..." No, no, I get the point."Alvaro smiled and touched her tenderly. "Sweet Megan, I'm not trying to hide anything from you." You really trust me?" she whispered."Yes. I'm completely sincere about this too." Alvaro paused. "How about we have lunch here tomorrow and I'll give you a briefing?" Okay! That'll be great!" They chatted for a few minutes more, and then Megan.