? With the affirmative, he introduced theSlag.? And said I think this is the girlyou're going to get to gratification with.? Johnlooked at her appreci...tively.? She wasn'ta bad bit of cunt, even though she was a call-girl.Aged30 she had a very trim, tight, petite body, a nice pair of tits and a verytight neat bum that soon would be jerking to the lash of a cane.? Theonly downside was she had a sour face.? Aface that was going to look even sourer later on once her bum was sporting niceand painful. "Laylah looked into David's eyes just before we walked away to light more candles. "This is not the David I knew." Laylah sobbed to herself. "What did I do wrong?"Laylah turned her head to follow David as he lit the candles about the room. She noticed various symbols painted about the walls, the pentacles she recognized, yet the others seemed foreign to her.Sensing that he was being watched, David quickly returned to Laylah's side. "You should know that curiosity is what got you here in the. ”Take it all off, slut. Like you wanted to on that bus.” My shirt comes off my shoulders, bra following suit. His breathing picks up when my nipples come out in full, hard and pink. I squeeze them between my fingers, clit stiffening in full attention. ”Showing off a slutty body like that to all those commuters...bad girl, getting all those men hard.” He leans back enough to get his belt off and jeans unzipped. ”Making hard-working guys go home like this, shouldn't you take some responsibility?”. ”“Yeah,” Rebecca grumbled, back to pacing again. She yelped in surprise as Young-Rebecca tumbled backwards through the gate and crashed to the floor. “Crap,” she muttered, hurrying over. Young-Rebecca moaned and rubbed the back of her head. “Are you all okay?” she asked.Trembling, Young-Rebecca cracked an eyelid. “What happened to me? I don’t feel so good. Who are you?”“I’m ... Leda,” she answered cautiously. “Can you sit up, dear?”Young-Rebecca swiveled her left eye, examining the unfamiliar.