Then I got up and put a blind fold on her, and started to take off my pants. She then began to plead with me to not fuck her. “You promised!” whil... at the same time squirming her ass up as high as she could get it. (While she played her role well, she usually would lose it at some time and just give into the pure sensations throbbing in her pussy, and this night was no exception with her getting close to that point.) I got behind her and then thrust my finger up inside her again. She was. "I won’t do it again."Dorinda looked longingly at the closed door and the wide window. But realised, farcically, that she could have run better in bare feet than in the high heels with which she was now shod."All right then. I’ll do whatever it is you want me to do. I’ll even try and do it well. I’ll try to please you. But if I do that may I wear some little thing ... anything at all?" she implored.Mark considered. "Very well, your briefs."It was a small victory. But it sustained her. She posed. “Ah plain Jayne, how appropriate,” Mr D’arcy greeted her.“And Eliza,” Mrs Bennet indicated her second eldest.“I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure,” Mr Darcy smarmed.“Oh Mr D’arcy” Miss Eliza replied, “I can assure you that you would surely have remembered if you had had the pleasure of spearing my warm wet womb with your rampant member and feeling my well muscled thighs gripping and squeezing you, my rampant breasts and pert nipples spearing into your manly chest.”“Ah, I meant of meeting you,”. Carl looked towards the windows and nodded. If only all the women he’d met could be like Carl. Muscly and hairy? No. Stop joking around. There’s something going on outside and the guy with the comms units isn’t even being secretive anymore. Might be time to bid adieu…. The woman was getting more fidgety. She took out the money to pay Carl and a shiny disc fell out of her pants. She quickly snatched it up and hid it. The woman wanted to go. Quickly. Hansen sat there, sipping his beer slowly. She.