I almost forgot to lock the door behind me, such was my anticipation. On a little table just inside the front door was a candle holder with a lit cand...e , a wooden cross and a note that read: You are a vampire hunter. Your quest is to locate the vampire queen and steal her treasure. This will protect you.I started going room to room with just the candle to light my path. The house was cold and as quiet as a tomb and the floorboards protested my intrusion and creaked with my every step. My heart. Miss Harris turned out to be a designer of very slinky, sexy lingerie, and this was certainly the best part of the show for me, and I suspect for a lot of the others. Whatever the merits or demerits of her clothes, it was such fun to watch slim, leggy models strutting up and down the catwalk in very little clothing and to admire their toned bodies.Beside me, Mr Harris squirmed a little uncomfortably; I'm not sure he knew his daughter had this sexy imagination. But I held his arm and stroked his. On this particular friday night the pub was particularly quiet although he, James, was in as usual. He had yet again been flirting with her and had told her he was going back on the rigs for three weeks on the Sunday. She knew he wanted to have sex with her and she was thinking to herself perhaps this is the time to start fulfilling some of her fantasies. Since her marriage she had been completely faithful to her husband and even before their marriage she had only had sex with 4 men so she was. She started stroking his balls and running her tongue across them in between bouts of throat-fucking.Stephen was horizontal on the seat writhing in ecstasy. Janelle was kneeling on the floor, her mouth now completely covering his 11-inch cock with each blow of her head. She had the rare ability to over-ride the gag reflex and was a genuine deepthroat cocksucker. She was also getting horny and thought she would soon jump on and start riding him – fuck! his cock was so hard, so big, and his.