No way. Please God let this be a dream. Please let me wake up. Please don't let this happen to me, Charles panicked.Charles made louder groaning and m...aning sounds under his mouth gag, shaking his head frantically.Ivy was holding a large kitchen knife. Ivy then slowly walked towards him, smiling more wickedly than ever. Charles continued crying. More tears were rolling down.How can she do this to me??? Charles continued panicking."What do I have here Charles. You know what this is, don't you,". We settled in the living room and I offered our guest a drink, and poured us both a glass of sherry. Catherine had a lovely fire burning in the grate and the room was lit up with candles giving a very cost atmosphere. After about 45 minutes and another glass of sherry, Catherine called us to the dining room table to begin serving us our meal. I sat at the head of the table and our guest at the other end and Catherine had made a place for herself in between. Of course she would be up and down. I take her hand and lead her down the stairs at the third step I turn and kiss her again as I run my hand up her thigh and feel her hot hairless mound that is slick with her juices already I run 2 fingers deep in her and bring them out they are covered with her gooo it looks like yogort I put both fingers in my mouth slurping her creme and kiss her deeply we share her amazing taste mmmmmm. I tell her you like being my sub cum slut dont you? Yesssssss Sir reverberates in the stair well.I whisper. "Ugh!" she murmured to herself.Then, her mind struggled with the question. HOW?And Connie and Miriam were giggling conspiratorially.Mavis stared. Terry's sleek thighs were drifting farther and farther apart. And the boxer knew what was up there! He was sniffing loudly and pushing his muzzle farther under the tender girl's dress. He knew! She had tender pussy up there! And he was going to get into it! Lap it! Lick it! Fuck it--with his red, slick pole!"You'll have to make me!" Terry yipped in.