Yves was the first to score a hit. One of the beasts had dived at Jahn, and he had just danced back. Yves stabbed at the whipper who was centred on Ja...n. He scored a fatal body blow, and the beast went down screaming. Jahn hit out at the other whipper, on his side but it didn’t get the full sting of the wand and danced back to get ready to attack again.The screaming of the downed whipper distracted the one going for Hador. He managed to slice it across the neck and decapitate it. Hador then. “MMMM do it baby. Fuck her! Fuck her for Mommy.” Missy encouraged.The head of his prick positioned at the entrance to Jodie’s cunt and all he had to do was thrust. He thought about going slow, letting her get accustomed to his girth. He had already been inside her but she was incredibly tight. His hands clenched, fingers gripping her round ass. Her body tensed and braced for him to shove his way in and when he did he made certain to bury every single inch inside her all at once.“FUUUCKKKKK!”. " Which brings up the question," Greg said. "Why all this security, boss?" I'm a rich man. Rich men often become targets, but there's more. Sable, my executive assistant, ran from her abusive husband. He told her that if she ever left him he'd kill her. She left him. Right now, I'd say Hal Carson, Sable's husband, is our most serious threat, but Greta, my cook, also left an abusive husband. He could be a threat. If he is, he's a low-level threat, I'd guess. I'll want you to order dossiers on. This time, as I move back up, I stroke my soapy hand just once over my pussy. I’m swollen and wet, more from the thought of you watching than from touching myself. I turn my back to you and run the soapy scrunchie over my ass. Then I spread my legs and lean forwards as far as I can. I like to think you moan as I present my soapy, wet pussy to you. Are you hard yet? I put my hand between my legs and draw my fingers through the suds. Can you see me? I hope so. I turn again and lean back against.