Becky found it all quite appealing.Becky suffered the scene of indignity with a sense of rising amusement. She knew it was all unnecessary because she...was a creature that washed daily with an air of pleasure knowing the benefits of cleanliness like every committed witch tucked safely away in the nooks and darkened hiding places of the kingdom. All of them, including Becky, knew full well the punishment for being discovered as a witch was to be burned at the stake and tortured for her confession. 41 am. "And that my darling is what they call a 'quickie.” Not bad at all are they?" He softly kissed the nape of her neck and gently ran the back of his strong fingers down her spine, coming to rest at the very top of the crack in her lovely arse. He kissed that too. Charlotte, still bound and bent over, shuddering from the reverberations of her own orgasms and his, could say nothing. She quivered as she lay there whimpering and sobbing, his pearly cream slowly dripping out of her swollen. "Not here!"I guess the trip to the museum made Frankie and me horny, because, by thetime the DNA scrambler had reassembled our bodies at home, we were both"hot to trot," as they said in the old days (although why anyone wouldassociate jogging with fucking is beyond me).However, in just under an hour, we had an engagement we couldn'tpostpone. The Council of Extended Existence had ordered us to appearbefore them to argue our case for another nine-year extension of ourlifetime. With everyone. **************"When?" I asked, as she continued to stroke me."Right now," she said. "I'm so aroused from looking at all those sex toys. My panties are soaked and my pussy is so swollen. I feel like I'm gonna explode if I don't cum. And I don't want to use my fingers this time. I want this beautiful cock."I stood up and dropped my shorts. My cock strained against my briefs. She squeezed me once, then hooked her fingers in the waistband and slowly lowered my underwear. She stopped when my cock.