Let's face it, you think that you're invincible when you're 15, especially about ghost stories. I mean, hell, we knew Santa was just a figment of some...marketer's imagination way back in time to sell more stuff at Christmas. I had just moved from a house that was like a block from the largest cemetery in Jamestown, and I went all over that place as we scared little kids with our pranks every year. We used to dress up in rags put on a chalky face, blacken our eyes, and come out of the crypts and. Thirty seconds later, her eyes were drifting closed and she relaxed; her arms encircling my back with a gentle embrace. “My queen,” the blond queried, her voice shaking noticeably, “This barbarian doth partake in indecent liberties . . . but she hastily waved off by the woman in my arms. I slowly broke the delicious kiss and nuzzled her neck. She gasped and I could feel her noble legs giving way, so I tightened my grip and eased her down onto the cold marble floor getting a brief glimpse of. He then spread her legs wide and attached her ankles to a pole that kept them spread wide. She was told to kneel down, which was extremely difficult. her breasts touched the cold floor as her wrists where also attached to the pole between her legs. a small pad was placed under her face. he told her that as she had have been a little slut and so was going to be treated like one. Tonight we are having a party. You will be the entertainment and will also serve everyone there, both men and women.. I could push my tongue against its silken cage, but notdirectly contact her flesh.And despite her panther looks, she was surprisingly restrained,controlling the pressure on her most sensitive parts by small circularmotions of her hips and thighs, using my chin and nose to providestimulation. She was considerate, too, allowing me the opportunity tobreathe, although this became more and more difficult as she slowlyincreased the pressure as she worked up to orgasm. This was anexperienced rider,.