The dumpy little windmill wench’s eyes widened, and she led him over to a large mound of flour.“You see this, Gingerbread Man? Desserts from all o...er the world come to me for help in making their bakery babies. This is the finest flour as ever there was, and just the sight of it makes me feel wet with desire. But the flour needs a little something…”She took off her dress so that she was naked, and reached over to a small shelf, taking from it a little pot. Lying back into the flour, legs wide. She got off of him and flipped onto her back. He crawled between her legs and guiding his cock into her pussy again. He fucked her for five minutes, ramming her hard into the bed. She grimaced in pain, but he did not care, he was close to the edge, about to cum again. As he fondled her breasts, sucking her nipples, she threw her legs around him, making her pussy even tighter. She began to yell and moan. He threw back his head and pumped into her hard.He heard a door open again and knew there. There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again.Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and Alice’s first thought was that it might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was. He didn't seem to notice Melissa, however and she had to clear her throat and knock on the already open door before he raised his gaze, squinted at her and picked up his glasses."Yes, miss Newick?" That's me," Melissa nodded."Come on in," he waved and got on his feet; he was tall, over six feet, and thin. "Why don't you take a seat here," he motioned at a chair in front of a smaller table at the side of the desk while he closed the door behind Melissa."No divan?" she joked."What? No, no I'm not.