I ought to market it as a TV show on some adult channel, she thought, or a series of adult films. I could make a fortune. But abstractly, in writing, ...t could be anyone, even though many people would know the truth. On film it would definitely be her, beyond any shadow of a doubt, and she wasn’t sure she wanted that kind of notoriety. When it came down to it, why did she want to do it? She wasn’t sure she could answer that in one sentence. Because I like sex? That didn’t cover it, it didn’t. Finally, she actually giggled, admitting it was a bit of a turn on seeing me like that, all locked away. We had struggled a little bit putting the device on, because Emma was only partially dressed – and her touch had me growing almost instantly. But with a little lubrication and a lot of pushing and shoving we had got it away. When Emma asked what she should do with the two keys I said she should put them on a chain around her neck. She laughed and asked what should she say if someone asked. When she said that, the three of them looked out at the river as it emptied itself. It wasn't exactly awe inspiring, the current and the back wash, but people had been known to lose their lives attempting just such a crossing. Conventional wisdom on the Island said it should never be attempted with fewer than four people, and then only if they had plenty of safety rope with them, and it was at low tide. The tide was coming in then, and wouldn't crest for two more hours."I wouldn't advise it,. Sandra called her pussy "Blackie" It was black all over except for its pink tongue and green eyes. Blackie's sharp claws dug into Sandra's leg without breaking the skin. Just hard enough to let her know she would be sorry if she tried to stop playing with her pussy too soon.Sandra loved playing with her pussy. She found that the more she played with her pussy the more she was relaxed and able to sleep a nice calm and relaxing sleep devoid of any tension or stress.She smiled remembering the.