‘Pierre, how are you today?’ ‘Great, just peachy.’ He said, dripping with sarcasm. ‘Tell me, Pierre, how do you feel?’ ‘How do I feel? ... feel like I have no fucking clue what the hell is going on. I feel like I’m going insane. All I want, Catharine, is to be with you, with YOU, not held captive in some freaky dungeon. Can I say that any clearer?’ ‘Oh Pierre, it’s not time yet, you must continue to be patient, my love.’ Hearing her call him ‘her love’ sent his heart all aflutter. (italics). Wendy knew that Ted’s intellect, demeanor and passion more strongly suited him for the career, so she lovingly acquiesced. She instead found enjoyment in writing, and her sharp mind was well suited the logical rigors of her technical specialty. One surprising side effect of her vocation was that Wendy found herself internalizing the linear, prescriptive, structured fashion of her products. After all, she was surrounded day after day with emotionless, highly procedural verbiage. She hadn’t. It was the money, wasn’t it? And to pay her debt of gratitude to Natasha. Nothing to do with the fact that despite all the shame and depravity a part of her craved more. And so Alan had prepared her for the next part of her task, talking her up like a sports coach. But the sight of Natasha’s ass being so vigorously reamed out, reminder of the soreness in her own stretched vagina and rectum, made her falter once more.Alan sensed it and pulled her close beside him, as they came into the. I pulled my cock out and she sat down on the loo, and sucked my cock.She suddenly stopped and said she needed another pee ! (Too much wine)This time I got her turn round, face the mirror and pee standing up, legs spread. As she started I slid my cock under her pussy just as her golden liquid trickled out of her pussy. When she finished, my cock was straight back in her very wet pussy!I was fucking her nice and slow, pulling her arse cheeks open and I started to finger her bum hole. She never.