"There! See how fucking wet you got me?" And yeah, her panties were very wet, and oh my, they smelled like heaven, pure, radiant, female heat! I slid...my hands under her dress hem and squeezed that gorgeous ass of hers, and she let out another growl. "Why the fuck do you wear long skirts?" she demanded, pawing at me. "You know I hate long skirts." Of course, I knew she hated long skirts, and I knew why, but I couldn't resist teasing her. "You do? And why's that?" "Because it's hard to get my. "Oh god, stop it!" Matthew shouted. "I'll do anything, just don't hurt her." Jake slowly slid the barrel of the weapon along the girl's labia, framing her exposed, ravaged pussy. "Lick up that cum then, you traitorous bastard. Lick up the cum in my wife's pussy and swallow ALL of it. If you let even a drop stain the sheets, you'll watch her DIE. Got it?" Yes, okay! Please don't hurt her!" Matthew implored. He quickly darted his tongue into her soft folds, lapping at the sticky fluids. Miranda's. ‘I especially love your breasts which are so full and womanly and it is so feminine to have such a curvy figure, and very natural not to shave the pubic area’. I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to such intimate comments but he just went on ‘It seems silly not to mention it, but that was a fabulous blow-job you gave me yesterday, really fantastic’. I just looked at him dumbly, with no idea what to say, and he continued ‘it would be very nice to return the pleasure, would you like me to do. Toby caught her arm."Yes, your old friend, Charles Fitzmaurice," continued Fitzmaurice smoothly. "Do sit down." He indicated a chair almost opposite him. Toby nudged her into it and remained standing beside it."This is hardly the happy meeting you led me to believe would happen, Charles," said Toby."Yes, very disappointing," replied Fitzmaurice urbanely."You appear to have lured us both here under false pretences and I think we should leave." Oh no! You would be very foolish to leave, Toby. All.