‘You’ve never written about this either,’ stated Jack, continuing to move rhythmically against her. ‘Is that because you’ve never experience... it?’A tense Meg nodded.‘I know you’ll enjoy it,’ teased Jack. ‘Just consider it research for a future story.’‘No, you can’t,’ replied Meg. ‘I won’t.’‘Won’t?’ asked Jack playfully. ‘Well, we’d better make this your first payment of submission then.’‘No,’ growled Meg as he gently circled his wicked finger around her tight entrance.‘Meg. You’re the one who. ‘There are two things I want for all my hard work.’ Helen said. One is to see Waters charged with Murder. The other is to see a comfortable chair in your living room. Trish told me that you have nowhere to sit, when we come to visit. God knows every gang needs a club house,’ She advised him. ‘We are not a gang, and my place is not going to become a clubhouse for you fucking misfits,’ he Peter said with a smile. ‘Maybe we could get a tax exemption as a religious order.’ Helen suggested. ‘I know. The nag was back, a moment to gather his thoughts, a finger sweeping in circles over a dusty bottle of wine, his curiosity forcing another question. “Your father is clearly an enthusiast of wine,” he enquired, cleaning the dust from his finger. “Oh, sorry,” she replied, lifting her shoulders in way of an apology. “I forgot to mention that my parents also own a vineyard and winery in Northern France,” she casually added, taking a bottle of wine from a rack, a playful smile pulling at her lips.. It wasevident that Lane was quite excited. Seemingly ignoring him, Cindycontinued grinding her crotch into his faceAll of a sudden, the music stopped, and the camera focused on anenraged Cindy, who now had a three tailed scourge in her handWHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Did I not tell you that you were to jerk offslower?" Cindy screamed as the leather scourge welted Lane's armsand shoulders. "Bend over and show me your butt!"Lane, weeping profusely, bent over and pushed his butt in the air,and Cindy.