..who?^ ^ ^ Emma, your former wife, you silly goose.If there is still a corner of your fried and frizzled brain that can still produce a coherent thou...ht, you’re probably asking yourself why this bitch of an ex of yours is torturing you like this. You’re probably saying to yourself, Wasn’t it enough that I turned you into the helplessly tush-wagging, cockwashing, pantywaist that you’ve become? Actually, you probably aren’t asking yourself anything of the sort. You’re probably asking yourself. She couldn't believe I hadn't seen The Hunger Games - I couldn't believe she had never seen Aliens. We stopped at a small cafe for a warming coffee, where we spoke easily for half an hour before continuing. Ahead we saw the church, with a queue of people waiting to get in. A magnificent edifice, comparable with Westminster Abbey. I slowed. "Alice," I said. "This is where you show me if you are a real sub or not." Yes Sir, what do you want me to do?" she asked. I took a small package from my. I want you to kneel down and meet pussy - up close and personal."So down I went to my knees as she reached up and grabbed the back of my head. "Oh, we are definitely going to need a leash for you." Those were the last words I heard clearly as she pushed my head into her by now wet twat.I started to lick like I had never licked before, spelling the entire alphabet with my tongue and spending what seemed like hours on her clit. i could feel her ass grinding to the mattress, then pushing back into. “What are you doing?” he protested as the woman in lavender, without effort, lifted him to his feet and turned him towards the embankment. Her eyes remained calm and reassuring. In her touch he could feel a familiar warmth. She turned her attention to the embankment and beyond the guardrail. For the first time she spoke, directing her words along the path of her gaze. “Help her.” Her voice was placid yet effective. He did more than hear her words, he saw them, felt them. What began as simply a.