As he waited he began to question himself and his actions."What are you doing here? For all you know, she's calling the police," he told himself as he...imagined what she would tell them."My sister's boyfriend is here. I think he wants to fuck me," she would say in a soft trembling voice."Perhaps she's not calling the police, she's calling her sister instead," his mind told him. "Vince is here. I think he wants to stuff his hard cock in me."He resisted the urge to run and continued to wait. He. My second offence was intentional as I wanted to see what twelve strokes would be like. Well, they were even more painful than six, and, as I tugged at my cuffs after each stroke, I swore I wouldn’t speed again. What I hadn’t expected was to masturbate again that night in bed, and the following morning and the following night. So, it wasn’t long before I wondered what eighteen strokes might be like.My thoughts were disturbed by Miss Holmes who had come back and who ordered, “Take her to the. My cock throbbed harder as the scene unfolded. I broke away from our embrace, and she jumped into my lap to unbutton my shirt, and as she did, I leaned back to soak in the view. “Now who’s impatient?” I said with a grin. She laughed mischievously then rubbed her hands over my abs while I hooked my fingers into the sides of her black thong signaling their removal. She obliged, then raised her hips while holding her breasts to allow the fabric to slip the down her toned tanned legs. I. “I’m sorry, I can’t take a position with you. I’m just here for the lost children. I won’t be staying. Where ... I can tell, they’re here, but ... where are they?”The room slowly darkened and the swirling under the surface of the throne coalesced into silently screaming faces. Mab’s visage grew pale and she grew in size. The shadow on the wall behind Mab grew distinct and Cynthia could see the nine legs that seemed to sprout from the shadow’s back. She looked at Mab and saw normal appendages,.