He had left the room, ostensibly to fetch her some lemonade, but in truth, he could not bear to see her whimpering in pain, trying to writhe and not s...cceeding. How he would manage to burn her clitoris off was only one of his worries. If Al-Mansur had simply ordered her de-clitted, he could slice it off with a scalpel or cut it off with scissors, both methods that, while painful, were more humane than the horror that he had to subject her to.He refilled her glass of lemonade, got a bag of ice,. Mmmmmmmm. Liz gave a low groan. His wife was an expert with the potions. The old man had to admit. Just enough to keep her under, but not enough to turn her into a dead weight. He began to unbuckle his pants his wife shaking her head,he never was one for foreplay. Here I come you lovley bitch. He declared with glee. Going to stick my cock all the way up you miss. He! He! He found her entrance in a flash his hard old rod thrusting up inside. His wrinkled prune ass bobbed up and down between the. " I know, since I started this job I have lost a bit a weight, and so most of my dresses don't fit as snugly. I was going to get some new clothes, but figured, save the money, the clients already paid and I'm only going to be out of my clothes as soon as the clients ready." The client stepped out and stood naked in the centre of room. He kept fit, and was trim even for his age, why he needed us I have no idea, but maybe it was for the fantasy. He had a decent sized dick and was a little turned. The ship rose to the level of the second floor window. Earl turned off the cloak and the weapons shields. Then he turned on the neuralizer, gravity ramp and molecular aligner. When the neuralizer came on a bright, white light flooded the farm house. ‘All set. Let’s make it quick and get the hell out of here,’ Carol said. ‘Right you are,’ replied Earl. They walked out of the ship on the gravity ramp and straight through the walls of the house thanks to the aligner. They looked back on the ship..