She whispered. Please. It’s too much. Since she didn’t use the safe word he started slowly pressing, and releasing. Pressing and releasing. Strain...ng her rectum, getting his knuckles in.- Mmmmnnnnhhhh…. Please….- Slut, this is just the beginning. After he had worked her anus for a while, it was sufficiently dilated. He had his hand in up to his thumb. He held it as so, feeling her pulse in her ass. She breathed heavily. He slowly withdrew his hand, but instead inserted a sizeable plug. Jenny. You were busy painting your toenails; one of your tanned legs was up on the bed with your chin resting on your knee. You looked very calm and relaxed as you applied the red varnish and I didn't want to move any closer as I might alarm you, even though I knew you couldn't see me from indoors. You were wearing a loose robe of a flimsy, see-through material and I longed for you to shift from your position so that I could get a better view of you. The small bedside lamp cast you in a soft glow, and. Imagine her there as she was seen by eyes filled with yearning love, her neat fur as auburn as the locks on her head, and just as those beautiful strands framed so perfectly her face, so this trimmed ornament accentuated her smooth, warm sex. And yet Prince Raymond was blessed beyond only this sight, as he nuzzled between her thighs, gifted with the subtle perfumes of her body. Eleanor rose again and wrapped her fingers through her amour’s hair, whispering so quietly to him, almost a purr. Her. Conti."Just like that a picture of Ruth identical to what she'd looked like a fewseconds ago appeared on the screen."Next I need to focus on a few mental adjustments, just enough to give yousome of her memories and make it so you move like her and talk like her,and we're done!" Why do you think it'll give me her memories?" I figure this thingy is kind a like a super computer that can work onanyone inside of it. So I just made sure that I imagined it taking a copyof her memories when she was in.