" You'll take it like a good slave." He lifts her by around her hips and carries her that way to the livingroom, where he sets her down over the couch...s back. She whimpers nervously. He spreads open her ass and spits. It runs down over her hole. That's all the lube he uses befre he starts scissoring open her hole with his fingers, reveling in her whimpers of pain. She twitches and squirms.He spits again, then starts pushing his cock into her virgin hole. She cries out and tries to wriggle away.. Icould tell the guards were loving every moment of my discomfort. "Thereis one way," she said eventually. "Though if you were to decline thisoption, or in any way try to subvert it, it will be the last you ever seeof me." Miss Stevens turned to face me once more, looking deep into myeyes with a frightening intensity. "Do you accept?" ...what is it?" I asked nervously, my throat dry. Miss Stevens wagged afinger."No. You only find out if you agree. You don't get to call the shotshere, Josh - I. He had heard nothing concerning their progress in stopping Okeke. Then all of a sudden, she wanted a meeting. Not tomorrow, but right now.Unfortunately for him, ‘right now’ was well after midnight. He should have been in bed sleeping, although sleep had been slow to come ever since signing that contract. Not for the first time, he wondered if he had signed a pact with the devil. It sure seemed like it.One of his biggest regrets was that he had given them authority to kill anyone who stood in. Her lips were attached to the end of the damned thing and she had a suction going.Dell looked up as his wife Marge stepped out on the back porch and looked at the scene before her. His mind searched and discarded a hundred logical reasons to explain how his cock ended up in his next door neighbor’s mouth. Had he really started to tell her, “This is not what it looks like?” Marge got a look of outrage on her face. “Dell!” she exclaimed.Merry was more practical, “Y’all ain’t goin’ to tell Sam,.