”“Good idea,” Eric said. “By the way, you guys looked great up there. It was almost like you were choreographed to the music.”“Speaking of...which, I need to sling some more paint. It’s a good day.” I climbed onto my lift, started the music and went back to painting. I’m not sure when the other volunteers left, but when I finally rode the platform to the bottom, there was only Bree still left.“You didn’t have to stay,” I said. “I get a little obsessive when I’m painting. You never know when I’ll. The bag inflates.Just in time.She's starting to come to. Her baby-blues flutter open just as she inhales the krypton gas. Bingo, her eyes roll back and she goes as limp as Grandpa's dick.I stand up, slip my foot under her and flip her onto her back. "Now you can fuck her," I says to Cesar. And he does, right there on the ground, humping her poor, scorched pussy while she's a million miles away in dreamland. Not my idea of a real fuck. I like it when they're wide awake and begging for mercy — or. Their tongues felt amazing but so did their little feet running over me as I lay there helpless and at their mercy buried beneath a pile of fur for Mrs. Stein's amusement. Mr. Savage had placed a gag in my mouth so my moans were muffled but they could be heard. I reached my first orgasm but none of the stimulation ended. One of the dogs had reached my pussy now; I thought I might pass out. Mr. Savage was watching and seemed pleased with the display. He had his cock out. Mrs. Stein noticed. "By. Her father had been desperate. Finally, when the food was completely gone, and there was no money for any more, he had taken a chance at poaching one of the king’s deer. Now the forest nearby their home was almost overrun with deer, but they were reserved for noble hunting parties. For a peasant to kill a deer warranted a sentence of death. Samantha’s father went into the forest, and he thought he had been incredibly lucky, when within two hours he had bagged a beautiful buck. There was enough.