"Time to go girl, your rideis here. Don't say a word on your way out. Ignore my next guest." Then with anote of genuine friendship she added "pleas..., and thank you, you werefantastic." Trish nodded, hung her head in a bit of shame realizing how unfairshe had been towards Rose in the past made her way to the front door. I heard avoice as Trish went out and some else came in, but Trish didn't speak. Rose satin her throne and indicated to Nancy to kneel by her side. With Nancy in placeand a. I started for the main doors and one of several constables moved to intercept us. I showed him my badge and nodded to the newies, “Move them.”He looked back, “They refuse to leave.”I stopped and turned to walk towards the crowd of newies. They shifted as if they realized I was someone. I stopped and looked back and forth, “Move these vehicles out of the restricted zone and break this up.”One went to shove something towards me and I shifted to the side as I pulled my weapon. They backed up. I must admit that I had firmly placed this shining example of British womanhood on a pedestal in my mind to the extent that I would constantly pester her for anal access with my obsessed tongue much to her delight and my personal satisfaction.On a bright sunny day, she took me to meet her married daughter Margaret down in Bath where she worked as an editor for some swank publishing house that paid her quite well for her expertise.Margaret was thirty years old, and her mother confided in me that. “Don’t worry, babe. I promise – it’s much better.”She sank onto him, taking him fully into her yawning pussy in one go.They held eye contact as she slowly – so fucking slowly – rolled her hips, her fingers tangled in his tuft of pubic hair as she smoothed her hand over his belly. As she adjusted to him, he wondered, in a moment of clarity, how fucking insane he really was to be so fucking hot for a woman who’d kidnapped him and chained him naked in a dilapidated wine cellar. He never got an.