"I'm either the luckiest girl from Queens... or I am about to be on the next Netflix crime documentary..." Lisa thought to herself.She still could not...recall signing up for the damn thing. Yet here she was. The proud new owner of a million dollar mansion that looked to have been abandoned for quite sometime now.Lisa bent down to pick up her lone bag. She didn't bring much. In a stroke of bad luck, most of her belongings were stolen from her tiny studio apartment right before her trip out here.. ...Que miauleras-tu pour ta défense, petite chatte ?”Demanda Maîtresse Xaviera, un sourire ironique et pervers irradiant de ses lèvres maquillées de sombre, tandis qu'elle sanglait les pattes arrière de sa petite chatte pour bloquer le même vibreur dont elle avait équipé son Ashtray Sissy Slave, s'emparant ensuite avec deux de ses longs ongles de la langue annelée, pour l’étirer de force à l’extérieur du large ring-gag. “ - NANNNN !!! PI’IE MAI’RESSE !!! 'AS CA , S’I OU’ PLAI, MAI’RESSE!!! ”. She believed everything you told her and was comfortable that your judgment was good. You’ve got some family!’ ‘Yeah, she was pretty cool. The funny thing was when she asked if you were with me. She was relieved to hear that you were. In the ‘normal’ family, the daughter calling to say she had to help a friend all night and her boyfriend was going to be with her would cause all sorts of problems. ‘Let’s take turns sitting up with Ashley. I’ll do it as long as I can stay awake. You try to get. ” “Alright, enough sweet talk,” Emma said. “It's time to wash that dirty car of yours. Hopefully... we'll be able to satisfy this dirty customer as well.” At that moment, Emma slid her orange cheerleader briefs down her legs and kicked them off of her feet. She lifted up her miniskirt and flashed me. My cock jumped up as I stared at her shaven twat. “So tell me, did you miss this pussy?” Emma asked me. “Maybe,” I answered. “Hmm, perhaps you should reacquaint me with it.” “Soon,” Emma.