What about the prophecy?" "Ah, the prophecy!" said Cynthia. "I think we struck a blow against superstitioustommyrot today, don't you? 'We defy augury,... as Hamlet or somebody once said." "Well . . . okay," said Sandy. "Could I have some more champagne?" Just then, Billy Bob Buford, from the nearby village of Butcher's Swallow,stepped into the clearing. He was scrawny, with wispy brown hair and prominent,crooked teeth. He wore tattered jeans, a tattered blue work shirt with themotto, "Put'em Down. Two days on the road. Sharing a room with Elaine hadn't been too bad, with the only exception being that she had insisted on putting on MTV almost the entire night. At least they were still playing music videos occasionally. James was positive that she would have gone insane on a steady diet of reality TV. Randall had been quiet too. She wasn't sure why, but he had merely concentrated on the road, and left the talking to Anne and Elaine. It was a welcome relief since it had given her time to. She had been through similar challenges and got such a rush of feelings as she remembered the different things she had done to please him in the past. “What does my Master have in mind this time?” she asked with arched eyebrow and drooling pussy. “Well, how about if I just bend you over her and now in front of everyone and fuck you up the ass.”, he nonchalantly teased her. He knew that it would start her imagination running wild to suggest something so lewd and so wild. She thrilled to think he. With her head in Henry's lap, her ass was to me so I reached down and found her pussy soaked with desire. She opened her thighs to give me access and my fingers slid into her hot hole. She wasn't wearing any panties. As I started stroking her cunt with two fingers inside her, I noticed Linda waving at someone on the first floor, motioning them to come upstairs. Looking around at my surroundings, I could see other couples and groups engaged in one sexual act or another. My cock was aching,.