Her ridged nipples teasingly poking outward at the spandex material of her suit. The material clinging to the moisture of her shaven mound, her beauti...ul pussy lips were outlined perfectly. I could feel the drool puddle behind my teeth. I was in a frenzied state. I needed that pussy.She held her hand out, stopping me from standing then knelt beside my chair, her firm ass pointing toward my husband. I watched him stare. I could tell his urges were strong, and the tenting in his swim trunks only. "Speak your name," I ordered the man, "and tell me what the Warlock commanded you. When you're finished, you will be free of his power." My name is Brandon Fitzsimmons," the man said in a hypnotic, monotone. "Several days ago a man named Mark and two women appeared at my door..."My smile grew as Brandon told his tale. God's Providence has already led me to the Warlock's lair.I woke up with a splitting headache beneath a soft comforter. Strawberry-blonde hair filled my vision and a woman's soft. Boring! I also wasn't interested in the 'French style Manor House' design. It was too fancy for rural Blount County. I decided that her 'Mountain Lodge' design was still my favorite."Before you decide, I've got one more to show you," she said, turning one last page in her sketchpad. "I went a little crazy with it. And I realize it might be more than you want to spend, but if I were going to design a home for myself, it would be this..."The preliminary designs were built around an enclosed. Then he finds a rhythm, fucking me against the wall with long, slow strokes. “God, you feel good,” he whispers in my ear, causing a delicious shiver that runs straight through me. “So do you,” I murmur back, closing my eyes and leaning my head against the wall. “No…open your eyes, Lanie. Please,” he whispers. I open them to find his blue eyes gazing into my green ones. He begins to quicken his pace, driving into me with fast, hard strokes. I bite my lip and furrow my brow as my body registers.