He moved the light over her body, along her face, then up against her tits and between her legs. If he let it sit close the heat was intense causing ...isa to cry out.Next she got a hard slap across her faceNow little bitch we can do this the easy way o da hard way. Yu stop that squirming so we cando sumGood puusy fuckin o else.No No No. Lisa was crying but she shook her head. Yes. What else could she do.They lowered her just a little. She was still strung up, arms behind her back.Spread. Idlers all. Not one had ever done a hard days work.I was not impressed. The Butler was an insolent fat oaf given to buggering the under footmen, and the housekeeper the most stuck up arrogant bitch that ever walked in christendom.I regretted my purchase immediately, even before I discovered the entire East Wing was uninhabitable as the roof was rotten with dry rot and the roof leaked like a colander.I ate a perfectly prepared meal of gristle preceeded by pig swill and followed by a. She realized that all of those fantasies that she'd been having for years had moved out of the realm of fantasy, and were things she'd like to explore with the right person. And that right person was Tina.In fact, it was easy to put herself in the place of the dark-haired woman that she'd seen yesterday. Very easy. Especially if Tina was the one playing with her. She closed her eyes, completely unaware of the effect that her fantasy was having on Tina, who couldn't help but be pulled into it,. ‘Oh, God, that’s wonderful, darling, don’t stop!’ Her hips squirmed and jerked, as her powerful thighs clamped about his head, like a smooth, fleshy vise. Mike could hardly breath. The scent of her sex was almost overpowering, as he thrust his stiffened tongue, in and out, between her dark, puffy labia, like a miniature cock. He felt her fingers entangle in the hair, at the back of his head, pulling his face hard up against her mons. ‘Yes, yes, oh yessss!’ she hissed, squirming with delight..