However, until today, it's never been attempted--at least, there's no documentation of actual results."Emilia slowly walked away from her place at the...railing, heading to an equally ancient panel of gears and levers that had been installed on the wall. Fond of the aesthetic of nineteenth-century devices, Emilia opted to only restore the Ghost Machine, not to update it. "Since you asked earlier, I'd like to assure you that it is indeed perfectly safe. I have already worked through the. I can feel his desire as he takes his enjoyment from me. I know he is hard and I know he is pleased with me. I feel his eyes capturing me, sheltering me in his savagery. The soft touch of leather whispers along my breast. It is time. My nipples tighten with anticipation of the coming strike. Seconds turn to minutes; his cruelty is only matched by his patience. He strikes my left breast first. My pussy clamps with the shock. One after the other, he marks what is his. His lash paints the picture. He was looking down at all the different paperwork I had laying about and was doing so while standing entirely too close to me. I gulped when I saw the massive boner he was showing off in those snug shorts of his. I was damn near ready to lean right in and give it a kiss when Tom suddenly swore in panic. “Shit, my brother is heading this way!” He blurted and looked down at me, then at his aroused state, then back again. I had no idea who is his brother was, but if he walked in here and saw. My ass against his cock. I could feel it growing with every move I made. His baseball glove size hands started to explore my thigh and work their way up to them hem of my tiny dress sitting just below my ass cheeks. He leaned in and I could feel his hot breath on my ear. He gave it a tiny nibble and it sent a vibration through my body. My back arched slightly, my left hand pulled the hair on the back of his head and my right hand pulled at his pants just below his hard cock. Without warning, he.