.." insisted another, sending chills down Misty's spine as she simply closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.'It's just to scare me, it's just to scare...me, ' she repeated over and over again until the voices faded and Misty opened her eyes to see something new upon the walls.They were lined with portraits. Actual painted renditions of people as opposed to the framed photographs Miranda's house had. At first, most of the pictures were of men and women Misty didn't recognize. Some looked like. Men were known to be cruel and heartless sometimes, and she was quite sure that if the men became aware of Galen he would be whisked away, never to be seen ... or used ... again.But to avoid sharing him with her sisters in the servant quarters was unthinkable. True, she kept him under wraps for a few days, and then used him in much the same way as Melanie had at night. But that was simply because she knew that, once his usefulness became known, she wouldn’t get to have him every night. He would. Within minutes the ever-grating voice of the faux John McClane reverberated around Jerry's apartment and like a moth to Betelgeuse he was on it: "I need something inside me now. I cannot wait a minute longer than I have to. Mindy needs to feel Bob inside her. Don't leave me waiting alone."Jerry studied the address she had mailed him and realised if he took a cab he could be there in just twenty minutes. He felt like a five year old on christmas eve who saw his mother wrapping up the rocketship. I pinched her nipple with my thumb and fore finger and tuned both the nipples as we do in sound system. As I did her, she started to moan slightly.I made her lied on the floor and moved my hand towards her belly button and circled there. She is enjoying my act very well. Then I removed her skirt and placed my hand over her pussy with her pink colour panty on. She is already wet there with her juices, I smelled at her it was good odor to me. And I kissed her pussy above the panty. She felt.