After all, once you're wet through, you can't get any wetter. "Whoever said that was talking out of his fat ass," she muttered savagely, blundering th...ough McKellar, Fyfe, Kinross, Buchan and N'kwase's revolving door under the shocked gaze of an elaborately painted receptionist. She was directed into the presence of Mr N'kwase, whose beaming shiny black face was curiously at odds with an almost impenetrable Glasgow accent."Och, ye're a' wet, lassie" were just about the only words Venetia. "I've no doubt Cornell wouldn't hesitate to drop us all in it, if he had the chance."We walked on in silence for a while. Magic and Trotsky showed no ill effects from our adventures. Magic kept worrying at us to throw something for him. There had been no time to pack his usual toys so we found some sticks and spent half an hour hurling them into the distance for him to semi-retrieve. Trotsky, of course, was above such games but spent his time trying to bite Niall's backside. This is a sign of. I felt a sting on my ass, making me hold my breath. I had never been in a situation like this. He spanked me a couple more times before he told me to get up.I slowly moved out of his lap, but not before brushing my arm over his crotch. I could hear his breathing change.I obediently stood in front of him while he still sat in his chair.“Strip.”“Here?”“Yeah. Here.”“But—““But, nothing. Don't make me repeat myself. I said strip,” he said with so much authority.I was scared we would get caught, but. " Kneeling onto the bed, facing Peter,she begged, "Please take my ass, Master."Alethea smiled, handing Peter a condom and advised, "She was rape bywho-knows-what in prison so I want you protected darling." Peterreached for some Vaseline Alethea had but on the bed table for him touse. He lubed up Irene's rear, then began easing his way in. Irenethought silently, "He's all right, nicer than her. He's trying to begentle." He continued that way and got into a nice rhythm but Irene wasonly.