This I did all boxers and pants bagged up I was wondering why. So walked to Miss Amelia’s residence, it was not too far around two miles and quite a...pleasant walk, I knocked on the door.A girl dressed as a maid answered the door this time, showed me to the living room a small stoll was there and a note upon it say sit here but first strip. This I did folding the clothes neatly well all except the knickers I was to keep these on apparently. I sat and waited. The device I wore was now becoming. Thomas walks over to the kitchen and fixes himself a drink. He stands there for a moment watching Emma squirm on his floor. She doesn't even fucking care if he's there. She's about to cum and he is completely flaccid. EMMA Oh fuck Thomas. I need you inside me. Please. Her fingers don't slow down. Please fuck my ass. I want to feel you cum inside it. Thomas exhales. He picks up the bottle of rum from the counter then heads over to his desk and lights a cigarette. Emma senses him moving towards. Her hair was a luscious brown, and thanks to the dye she used, her roots were the same colour. She'd always been proud of her figure and looks, even after her husband left her for a 20 something secretary that worked in his office. Her left hand moved down between her legs and her middle finger stroked her pussy lips. She often played with herself while looking in the mirror, either standing up, or laying on her bed. She imagined it was somebody else's fingers making her wet. As her finger. A glowing ball of light burst from his palm, brightly illuminating the cramped cellar with a sun-like radiance. Spying the stairs leading up, he started for them when Talamia stopped him."My Lord, no. The Door is down here." Jake turned around in surprise. He sent the orb in his hand floating around the room, but all he saw were blank rock walls. No Door."Where?" he asked, mystified.Talamia grinned conspirationally. "It's in the wall, My Lord. The cabin was built to hide the door; an.