He stirred her awake and led her to the bathroom. She was still wearing the belted nightrobe and panties. Ned tugged the belt and unraveled it from he... compact form. He drew on one lapel and the robe glided off her body, out of his hands and onto the tiled floor. Portia pirouetted slowly to assist in her disrobement. The remaining panties were soon discarded to join the robe. Ned sat on the edge of the tub, feet outside, as Portia approached her thighs to his knees. He reached out to check her. He knew his Maker was here, and he would find her.He joined the growing crowd in front of the Byham theater, idly wishing that top hats and canes hadn't gone out of fashion. They had added an air of elegance to such affairs that was now sadly lacking. Shortly, the doors opened and he filed in with the rest, a wolf among cattle. As he moved towards his seat, he casually brushed the minds of those around him. Finding a local magistrate, Arthur set a few minor suggestions deep in his mind. They. John's hips began to lurch up at her, trying to bury his cock down her throat, where he wanted to empty his balls.Now that the shock of getting blow-jobs had worn off, John was able to better appreciate just how good they felt. As the bulbous head of his prick entered her throat, he could feel how constricted it was, and wondered how his prick could fit into such a narrow space. Her lips and tongue were working his shaft, as his prick sank deeper and deeper into her throat, forcing grunts of. ‘Why didn’t she take you out?’ You walk into the bedroom, see her clothes are gone, and most of her other things, too. You feel cold and a sudden emptiness fills the air around you. You put the pup down on the bed, walk around the house, see that even her books have been cleared-out and you understand all too well what’s happened. There are some toiletries she’s left in the bathroom, some Chanel you gave her on her birthday in July, but she probably didn’t want to cart along the memories, did.