”“Luca a red car just pulled up a block down from her house and she’s getting in. She must have called somebody to come get her.”“Okay, foll...w her! That’s not her car, it must be Holly’s car.”“She’s headed our way.”“She might be a little jumping so don’t get to close. We don’t want to spook her.”“Understood.”Lua keyed off the walkie talkie and waited a few minutes. He took off heading for Kay’s place out in the country. He knew a short cut and planned on being there before she got there. Luca’s. ” But I knew it wasn’t really.Very, very slowly I withdrew the toy, watching closely as it dragged her cunt out. Those lip I knew so well we were pulled away. I had only ever seen this in internet porn – big dildos apparently with a cunt lodged on their shaft hauling a twat out and away from it position, the ass to pussy gap elongating. It was hideous to see my bride’s once tight little hole being so dishonoured, so heartlessly debased and so rudely profoundly mined. It was shocking and I. . interesting timing, she thought. Is my pussy responding to my question?She squinted her eyes as she ran her hand up and down her thigh. She almost brought her hand between her legs when she thought better of it. She felt a second vibration and, before she could register what had happened, she had fallen back and was now sitting on her bed.After biting her lip and a little bit more hesitation, she finally said, again aloud, "Oh, fuck it."The tips of her fingers landed directly on her clit and. “Come to Manchester, as soon as possible, to this address,” I recited it quickly, annoyed that the voice commands were harder to deliver whenever sound or volume weakened, “by yourself, no staff, no security, no press, nobody. Is that clear? Take only what luggage you can carry with you on a commuter flight from Heathrow.”“Yes, of course. I’ll purchase a ticket and be right there. Why am I doing this? Oh, well, I’m bloody well doing it, damn ... there, I’ve booked the flight. So, I’m not.