"You ride a Corley, but you don't look or act like a biker chick." And what do I act like?" Lara asked, amused. She sipped her coffee."Well, shoot, yo... know." She gestured with her hands. Unfortunately, she still held the coffee cup, which sloshed. Lara quickly moved her toast out of harms way."That accent, those manners. Like the queen or something." Well I'm not the queen. I used to be a Lord's daughter, but he disowned me."Flo was shocked. "Disowned you? What the hell for?" Being armed like. Huge, cellulite covered thighs brushed together as sheapproached. Her waist and thighs were severely constrictedby the leather harness belted tightly in place and sporting adildo that bobbed and weaved as she walked but appeared tobe aimed right at me. I immediately began struggling for all I was worth butquickly stopped as pain ripped through my shoulders. Sylviasmirked at me saying "This dildo that's been up your ass forthe last few hours should have you all loosened up for thisfucking." As. Ken nodded. Apparently, when the area calculations for the mansion had been done for the real estate office, they had only added up what was considered living space. That did not include a rather large area in the back of the mansion that wasn't finished. Other parts of the country had basements, but that wasn't a good idea in Southern California. Instead, there was a storage area attached to the back corner of the mansion near where the delivery area was. It had been one of the places that Ken. “Just wait… it gets better!” I said, grinning wickedly. Her bare pussy became more engorged and red, her clit peeking out of its folds and tingling from the special oil. “Oh God, John, the oil is making my pussy tingle! It’s like an itch that needs to be scratched. Rub it. Rub it, please, or I’ll have to rub it myself,” she pleaded. “Well, Chrissie, I wouldn’t be much of a masseuse if I made you rub it in yourself, now would I?” “No, I guess not,” she replied. I began rubbing the oil in as she.