“His wife, sir.”“And she was ok with that?” Mike was incredulous.“Um, she was, uh, playing with my clit. At the same time. Sir.” Emma was ...mbarrassed to admit that, especially with Mike screwing her butt with the kitchen tool at the same time.“Damn, Emma, I need to meet these neighbors of yours sometime,” Mike said as he continued to tease Emma’s back door.“So,” he said, “I think I need to give your butt a taste of something bigger. What do you think of that?” Mike was testing the waters – he. When she rolls over on her stomach, Emma feels the warm oil dripping down her crack. Sasha’s magic fingers run up and down before massaging her back special tunnel and pressing some of the oil in, just to her sphincter and twirling there a little.Electric throbs radiate from that central spot, out over her body to her fingertips and toes. The pleasure Emma feels from this treatment is beyond belief. Emma tells herself that she is only feeling the rush run through her as she is at such a peak. You will become much stronger for it,” I encouraged the Dornish prince, who quickly succumbed to temptation and received his first ever taste of vampire blood.“Attaboy. Now, where is Myrcella, your intended? Where are her chambers? Lead me to them. We do not have much time,” I encouraged the youth, who didn’t object and soon guided me right where I needed to go.“Excellent, now convince her to open her door. Trust me, this is for the best,” I instructed a still glamored Trystane, who put up. Oh well.Today is a bittersweet day. I’m driving Claire to the airport. Her winter break is over and she’s already heading back to school for the new semester. I think she had a good time being home, but I know she’s anxious to get back to her friends and new life back East. I can already see she’s a little more mature than when she left the first time. As a father, that brings me such joy. My little girl is growing up, step by step.I ran through a few different emotions in my head as we drove.