"How dare you come in my house and try to tell me what you're not going to do! Are you fucking crazy? Listen to me and don't you ever forget it you pu...y fucking pansy...I own your ass! Now get over here and eat my pussy, bitch!"He complied right away and made sure Annette climaxed at least three times before he left. When Emerill left her house he was a completely a broken man.(and soaking wet)His wife was baffled as to the changes in her 'Emy-Pooh'. He just wasn't himself and he was always. For them it's the naturalorder of things, but they're too conditioned by the expectations ofsociety to understand that. Lucy for example probably thought she was astrong, virile rugged man before she came to M&R." Rachel laughedalongside Paul at that comment."Oh no, he was never a rugged virile man," giggled Rachel as sheaccepted her glass of champagne. "Nothing of the sort." How interesting. You almost make it sound as if you knew him." Um, I meant to say, just looking at her now, it's obvious. A while later Sandra came downstairs, “Samuel’s asleep,” she told him as she snuggled up next to him on the settee. She was wearing a thigh length nightshirt and Ken cropped his arm across her legs and pulled her closer. They talked for a while, had a glass of wine and Ken examined her engagement ring. “Happy?” he asked her. She hugged him. “Very,” she replied. They found themselves kissing and Ken slipped his hand between her thighs. Her white cotton panties were quite damp from the results. And before Veena could understand something she had lost her conscious when she gained her partial conscious she could see Rakesh having bitter sips of rum and staring at herself. Rakesh noticing this came near her and forcibly made her drink two glasses of the rum and again she was almost as good as dead.She could party sense and understand what was going on and what was going to happen. Rakesh removed his undershirt and trousers and leaned on her and started rubbing his body against hers. She.