“Beverley, how soon can you get all of your stuff here?”“I, uh, I dreamt I had to give up my flat and take all my stuff to work this morning. I ...ust have to take the van back and pick up my car, Why?”Sally and Alice looked at Beverley with disbelief, to have so much faith in a dream that she would commit everything like that was just unreal.“Good,” Morgan replied. “so how long?”“I, I guess fifty minutes to an hour.” Beverley managed to say after a moment.“Sally go with her, drive safely but try. I was again protesting. He held my hands against my back and start pushing fingers hard in my ass. Even though I was moving a bit towards him his dick was not going more in my mouth.He then noticed something. He took out finger from my asshole and put his both leg on my butts in a way that I could not move back. He then asked me you are married I nodded in yes. He then somehow managed to drag my lower and took out my phone. My locked screen wallpaper was our pic.He said he liked my wife. She is. ” “I’ll do anything, be anything you want me to be, please.” But he was immune to her begging, to her need, to her desperation. Ariel was not herself any more, she still had the intelligence to recognise that something within was changing, had changed. She needed him, needed more from him than he was allowing her in her captivity. He consumed her in ways she had never dreamed or expected that a man could. She was eating from his hand, begging him to cum constantly and she no longer thought. " They kept me overnight for observation," she told me. "They really didn't want to let me go this morning, either, but I felt fine and I insisted. And after I went home and cleaned up, I wanted to come over here and thank you personally for what you did for me yesterday." You're very welcome, Kristen," I said."I haven't thanked you yet," she said. She stood up and unzipped her jacket and tossed in on the chair. She wore a red-and-black plaid flannel shirt over her jeans. She walked over to me,.