Only its dark oaken surface was free of name and comment scrawling, instead it had its own catalogue of scars. Mostly small claw marks and evidence of...drink stains left for too long. Just beyond it was a large ornate mirror that had apparently once resided within in the Tower.It was an eerie thing, bordered by a twisting silver frame that depicted the three stages of ghost development, but the truly unnerving thing about it was that the mirror did not reflect the living, or anything their auras. She said something, but he couldn’t make out the words. He was too lost in the taste and scent of her to worry about it, and continued to devour her. Her lips slid over his swollen shaft at a quick pace, taking about half of him in on each stroke. The motion of her hips grew slightly erratic as she soared toward climax on his tongue.Though he didn’t feel the bed shift, he certainly felt Kayleen’s tongue when she slipped into the bed to lap his hairless orbs.Mindblind grunted into Raven’s folds. She figured it must have became loose during her erotic writhing. The lead still hung from her collar but it did not pin her to the bed.Stephanie then realized that she was starting to feel the need to go pee.The last thing that the bound blonde wanted to do was soil her own bed. She needed to get to a toilet or least a tile floor before it was too late. She hated to think what the stranger would do if she soiled herself. He would probably force her face into it like a misbehaving puppy; or. Their being only a few infrequent customers, mostly shoe repairs, it was not too constant and the shop door-bell would alert them, so she slipped upstairs to her mother in law, to make tea for herself and Barry, hopeful of hot scones, Barbera being a great cook, and the smell of backing enticing them in the shop below. The scones were just a moment from coming from the oven, so while they waited and the kettle boiled she took the opportunity to broach the topic of sex, asking Barbera, how she.