" She smiled at them both, took her purseback and rummaged around for smokes."You light that in here and I'll get the blame and my partner will kick ...yass," Penelope said.Kimberley ignored her and lit up anyway."You bitches ain't partners?" Kimberley blew smoke out the window whichPenelope had lowered."No. Gimme one of those, if I'm getting my ass kicked I might as well beguilty of the crime." Penelope took a cigarette off Kimberley and lit up."Ok. I'm Lieutenant Penelope Bishop of the. Nancy made no attempt tosit next to Jane on the couch and cuddle up as she did with John. Shealso corrected Jane when she sat or walked in an un-ladylike fashion.For Christmas, Santa brought Jane a book on makeup techniques and apair of large gold hoop earrings.The number of days dressed as Jane actually decreased. A lot of thethings John liked to do were impossible as Jane, like washing the caror playing golf. Jane wasn't allowed to watch the same TV shows asJohn. Nancy insisted on controlling. Yes or no? Please, Baby, please!" Her eyes and her smile stayed focused on him. She pushed me away, but her right hand stayed on my cock. With her left hand, she reached down and pulled her panties aside. Her lips were swollen and glistening wet. The desire to bury my cock or my face into her wetness took my breath away. "Yes or no?" she teased. "Do you want me to rip these panties off and take him inside? Do you want me to soak his cock and then taste every inch of it?" "Fuck, yes!" he. He inclines his head toward the chest and lifts a hand in its direction. I walk the remaining steps and stop in front of the chest, acutely aware of the hot-blooded demon at my back. The chest is large and looks heavy, I doubt I will even be able to lift the lid. I run my fingers over the beautiful metal-work set in the stone and am reminded of the gorgeous bed-frame in the main cavern. I notice also, that the chest seems to be attached to the floor beneath, almost as if it has grown from the.