A tall sixteenth century Dutch town house was the destination. It was freezing cold outside, and she was glad when she was shown inside, and taken to ...he second floor. This was where she was to get ready. A case was on the bed, it had her name on it, written in Claire’s hand. Thigh length boots, red and black pvc, with a matching corset. The corset had no cups. There were no knickers, not even the briefest of thongs. Two wrist cuffs, with metal clips, like those on a dog lead, a strong dogs. Again. Who was interrogating whom? Meeting the redhead's eyes, it was her turn to be intimidated, green orbs amused but giving nothing away. The Sokovian chose to scowl back at the other woman's smirk. When she replied the girl was overly assertive:"You think you will geht out of here? This is your... ultimatum? I see S.H.I.E.L.D's scars all over the inside of your head Romanoff. You are, muddled..." Getting lost in my head huh?" Natasha said, a small grin curving her lips. Maybe she could keep. As Marilyn licked and sucked on Mandy’s belly button, her finger started pumping a moderate, gentle pace inside of Mandy. Soon, the finger fucking of Mandy’s pussy was to be matched by the tongue fucking of Mandy’s navel by Marilyn. When Mandy started to coo and mew aimlessly, her body pumping along and giving those subtle symbols of another orgasm, Marilyn decided that her tongue should reach its final destination. Marilyn backed off of Mandy’s navel, and with her free hand, she lifted up. "What have you..."A warm glow ran through his body. It centered in his breasts and downthere in his groin. Saddam moaned >from the pleasure, sexual pleasure,a... a woman's pleasure. Of their own will, his hands reached up tocaress his new breasts, to bring them even more pleasure.The man, Farad, blinked. "Where... where am I?" You are in Paradise, Farad, my son. You died bravely, and Sarai and Ihave come to welcome you." And this one?" Farad looked intently at Saddam.Saddam wanted to dismiss.