It's me...Yes...Absolutely... Everything went just as we planned...He's shaking like aleaf...He's so embarrassed... I can't believe it! He's actually ...eggingto change his clothes...I told him, 'No way!'...Yes, he looksadorable...A carbon copy of Elizabeth...You won't believe it!...We'rejust waiting for you, but hurry up... ...No, no, I'll give him anotherglass of wine to keep him calm...Sure, hold on a sec..."With that sweet, syrupy tone of voice she liked to use, she called out tome, "Oh Dale,. . y-yrfffff...” sobbed Xena, drowning in total shame and despair. “I have to tell you, slave,” continued Venetia, “that any time I deem it beneficial as far as your behaviour is concerned, I shall send you round the City again. With twelve new studs for you to service!” “Oooohhh... OOOOOOOOOO!” A despairing shriek rose from Xena. Venetia raised a finger again. The Overseer lashed down her switch. “Again ...” said Venetia. Xena writhed down on the floor. “Again ...” said Venetia. Crying out. " Nicole is shaking, almost hysterical, and I notice she is holding her pussy like she's embarrassed and trying to cover up. I move my head down, and navigate my tongue around her fingers to find the damp evidence of her excitement - she is fucking soaking wet down there! I take a few lingering licks in her honeypot, then draw my finger up and down her pussy, gathering a string of her pussy juice, and smile up at her as she looks over her shoulder and watches me taste her off of my finger. She. She looked at him and smiled, then at me, as she unfastened the waistband of the jeans and pulled them down, stepping out of them and standing there completely naked in the kitchen. I moved my eyes from her breasts, down over the flat stomach to the tight black vee of hair in the space between her smooth thighs. I thought I was going to suffocate; I simply couldn’t breathe. Ian laughed again. ‘Relax, Peter; we prefer to be comfortable on hot Greek evenings.’ I turned to see that he, too, was.