It was hard for Jennifer to believe that the woman before her had died almost a hundred years ago and not yesterday.As she stood, gazing at the open c...sket and the woman lying so peacefully within, Jennifer began to imagine herself lying there, surrounded by bouquets of flowers, the room illuminated by dancing candlelight. The image in her mind filled her with pleasure, and she knew that this is where she would come when she at last came to stay. "Soon, very soon" she smiled to herself as she. I grabbed her by her hair again and picked her up.“I’m sorry Head Mast…” she began to say before I cut her off with a slap in the face.“Shut the fuck up!” The look of shock on her face was just perfect; I wish I had a picture. “Get back into position” I said as I shoved her toward my desk. She bent over my desk as she had before. I lifted her skirt and yanked her panties back down. This time I took them off completely and stuffed them in her mouth, making sure the wet spot was centered on her. Now if you'll excuse me," Carlie said, moving back toward the door, "I have some money to make somewhere, so that when I move out I won't have to live in a shitty little place like this. Is this really your apartment?" Yep. I guess you've never actually come over here before, or else you might have recognized the address."Carlie stopped, holding the edge of the door in her hand. "Well, maybe I've never been here because you never once asked me to come over." I gave you my address the day I. I pulled up my skirt, spread my legs, spead my pussy lips apart, and rubbed my clit as I twirled around for him again. He messaged me saying I could do better than that. So I started fingering myself in the middle of the street! The danger of being seen or caught was such a turn on, I stood there with one hand finger fucking my wet pussy, and my other hand grabbing and squeezing my tits. I was getting off on this. Then John came speeding out from an alley in a SUV and pulled right up next to.