Once she had him out of the way, she’d go back to the house and look for evidence. She was a lot less worried about the Girl without him around to t...ll it what to do. Which didn’t mean she wouldn’t put a few bullets into its CPU if it started talking to her, but she’d prefer to confiscate the damned thing if she could. She briefly pictured a Girl sitting forlornly in the evidence locker and stifled a chuckle. Adele paused outside the house, taking stock of the situation. She wavered again on. I have worked her and stretched her muscles nicely! She can now accept 10 and a half inches of inflatable goodness! I have also fucked her every other time we met, basically once a week, to check on the progress of my treatments. Bareback her babyhole is almost at the point where reaching orgasm is hopeless when she is wet. So now, while I make sure she continues to get my oral affections twice every time we meet, I have to make sure I eat her after I fuck her so she isn’t so sloppy wet. . It could have worked. I’d made the mistake of mentally starting to work it all out for us in my head, and now that spot is just empty, like you’ve burned it out with a hand-held soldering iron. Fuck you.”“I deserve it,” he conceded, getting up from behind his rather undersized executive desk to stand and come around to my side. He made a motion of offering to place his hand upon my shoulder in comfort and when I didn’t shy off, he completed the gesture and we hugged in silence for a minute or. His tongue felt wobbly. He felt weight on his nipples because the chains attached to them were holding the tray up. He had never felt so uncomfortable in his life."Why the sad face Charles??" asked him.She fondled with his blond hair.He could smell alcohol coming from her mouth. All over where the girls were sat, were piles of bags of crisps and emptied beer cans. This part of the room was starting to smell like the bars that they go to at night."The tray is putting pressure on my nipples.