In this fantasy, my boyfriend, Mark, is also there, and I slice off my cooked pussy for him. He always was good at eating it! After a while of this, I...finally reach climax. I hold back as much of this moan as I can, but let out a short …oooOOOooohhh… near the end. Luckily, this didnt seem to wake up my friends. —– The next morning, I wake up to the door opening with our breakfast. Same two guys. Three plates of pre-cut meat again. He puts the plates down on the floor near the wall. Megan wakes. There was emotion on the other end of that hand, thought Miss F. Maybe she would be safe after all. His hand moved slowly over her breast, softly fondling her lovely mounds. Her nipples were hard and tight, and his fingers gently squeezed them. Slowly his hand moved down her abdomen and over her stomach, going lower. Miss F shivered as he groped her body. Her hands strained to be free of the steel cuffs on her wrists. Her breathing was rapid as she became excited . How could this be happening,. Fielding?”She smiled. “I have never been better. And no, Colonel Fielding did not propose marriage. Not that I feel sorry.”“Any news from your mother?”“She is fine. Apparently her admiral is willing to marry her. He’s not rich, but she will be quite respectable as Mrs. McCauley.”“You must have met many gentlemen at those soirees here,” Thomas started, but Florence smiled and shook her head.“I did, but none of them showed an honourable interest. Interest yes, just not honourable. Fortunately, I. " I'm not a witch," Dorothy said again, firmly."Whatever you say, dear," the Lady said. "But I got a message from the Munchkins that a witch had dropped a house on the Wicked Witch of the East, and there she is, and there you are." But I'm not a witch," Dorothy whined."I don't care if you are or not," the lady smiled, kindly. "You are entitled to your own beliefs. But we want to know if you are going to take over here in Munchkinland, or what your intentions are." My name is Dorothy," Dorothy.