She tried closing her mouth again, butit had become impossible. There was something stuck in her mouth forcingher to keep it open wide while a strap g...t buckled behind her head.John smirked admiring his handy work. Now Marcy really was at his mercy,a sissy completely prettied up especially for him, a fat plug in her assunder his control and a wide-open mouth waiting for him to use. Therewould have probably been a lot of defiance at what would come next, butthat was all taken care off there was. What are you doing here?”“I’d rather not be here, either, but I needed to talk to you, and this was the only place I knew I could find you. It’s important, so please just listen before your friend here loses his patience. It’s ... well, it’s about me. And the Elder Scroll that was buried with me.”“What about you?”“The reason I was down there ... and why I had the Elder Scroll. It all comes back to my father. I’m guessing you figured this part out already, but my father’s not exactly a good. She was now just dressed in high heels, stockings, suspenders, g-string, shirt and bra. Charles was fiddling with the camera, changing the setting, and sarita was standing near the bed and it looked like to Charles she was staring right at him, through the window.When Kalpesh looked at her and shouted "What's going on?" She merely starred at him, with a blank expression, like he was not even there. She them began to adjust her hair, and check if enough cleavage was on show. She undid one more. About two minutes into the meeting I wrote an IM from my laptop. "Pussy still wet?" She wrote back, "So close to cumming. Panties soaked." Our boss was droning on and on as we wrote. I wrote, "I noticed." "Pussy throbbing. So horny. I want you to fuck me so bad." "I love to hear you talk dirty. I'm so hard." "Throw me down over the table and just fuck me here." "Wish I could." "Fuck me hard." "Reach down and touch it. Finger it," I wrote. She smiled at me as her hand went below the table. A few.