She lay there, naked, shuddering.Amy knelt next to Laura and made a few adjustments to Laura's collar. "There you go," she said. "All ready for your...new life."Laura knew the words she had to say. "Thank you Roy. Thank you for raping me. Thank you for cumming in my fuckhole. Thank you for slapping me. Thank you Amy. Thank you for putting clips on my clit and on my nipples. Thank you for hurting my slutty cum-tunnel and my big whore-balloons. Thank you for making me need to stay wet all. She imagines she is a statue in a museum. Something Greek, a goddess in whitemarble; a new acquisition being restored to its full glory by a team of experts,before the doors open and ten thousand people come crowding in to stare ather loveliness — her perfect arms, her smooth white belly. A littleshudder of pleasure passes through her. One arm is gently raised, and a clothdamply dabs her armpit. Then the other. The skin above her breasts is soapedand scrubbed and dried. Drops of water run down. It got me even wetter."well, come in!" she jumped out the way in her usual over excited manner, it was so cute!!!! i walked into her home and down the hall into her living room and sat on the leather couch. she hardly had anything in this room. just a coffee table, tv a few book cases, and the couch. but i still found it cute somehow. she came in from the kitchen with two glasses and a bottle of wine, her skirt just floating up enough to see her panties again, a lovely deep red colour. she. "How long will you be here, Elly?" A couple of months, I think. My old visa ran out, and I'm waiting for the new one to come through." Well, make yourself at home," I said unnecessarily. "I've got some laundry to do. Paul, can you help me?"Paul hesitated only an moment before he nodded assent. He knew that I didn't need any help, but instantly knew that I wanted some time alone with him. So he bent down and kissed the two women, and we went downstairs."Paul," I said. "I'm glad I met her. You.