" I know it, but in asking for news, I mean, have you done anything for me?" Had you commissioned me?" said Monte Cristo, feigning uneasiness."Come, c...me," said Albert, "do not assume so much indifference. It is said, sympathy travels rapidly, and when at Treport, I felt the electric shock; you have either been working for me or thinking of me." Possibly," said Monte Cristo, "I have indeed thought of you, but the magnetic wire I was guiding acted, indeed, without my knowledge." Indeed? Pray. Everything in his body language implied that he was hard for her and her alone.Meagan's body language was neither proud nor confident. Her mother had to correct her about her posture several times before she was satisfied. After she was standing up straight, she still had a problem keeping her head up. Meagan didn't really understand why, but every time she met Peter's lusty gaze, she wanted to look down at her feet, and then peek at him from under her eyelashes. Debbie finally had to walk over. Yeah. I've slept with other younger girls/women. But not as blunt and open as you. And seriously? I just met you, we're working together, and this? Christ, I could handle this every day. It was pretty amazing. There's your truth." Bridget smiled. And she responded by climbing over on top of me and straddling me. She threw her legs over mine, had hips against mine, and she sat on top of me. Limp soft sticky dick and all. "Whoah. You don't wait do you?" I said with a laugh. Bridget looked at me. “Got it!” she says with a wink. “It was hard.”Chadwick sighs. He knows he is not going to get his task done any time soon. How could he? There is a beautiful elf, throwing herself at him. And he remembers how good she is from when she paid him a visit a few holiday seasons ago.Already tasting victory, Belle stands up and slips around the workstation to grab the head elf’s hand, pulling him to his feet. She presses her body against his, feeling his hardness press against her.“There,” she coos..