Do you want me to continue?” Izzy-the-maid asked.She was asking if I was enjoying the show and wanted more, or wanted to move on to other things.“...ell, why don’t you try a little longer?” I replied.“Sure,” she replied.Izzy carried on jiggling that ass for me for another good five minutes. I stared and jerked; jerked and stared. All with a huge grin. I was very impressed with her dedication to the role-play, it made it so much sexier.“It still won’t come up, sir. Do you want me to keep trying?”. .. The reason for the bad smell in the cavern that Zax was in and most other caverns was the method in which the Brown Diggers used to mark their private dwellings...Seeing the tender flesh meat carried by another of their own, was a sensible reason for Brown Diggers to fight over it, to try and snatch it, and most times that exactly what would had happened. Yet instead, while Zax rode on the back of the Brown Digger, whenever an adult Brown Digger was about to react to his presence, something. He stood up and walked round the desk, going behind her. She refused to turn her head to watch him. She heard the key turn in the lock and wondered for a moment what was going on. Suddenly, Martin’s hands were on her shoulders.“No need to look so worried!” He exclaimed jovially, kneading the tense muscles in her shoulders. She shrugged uncomfortably, trying to shake him off, but he persisted a couple of seconds longer before walking back around to his swivel chair and sitting down. He leaned. The ride lasted for a few minutes and then their cage was opened up for them to get out. Mike got out first. And then I noticed that Karen had her hand on Sams leg and he had his hand on hers. Nothing had happened. But Sam had to adjust himself before he got out of the cage. During the time we were there, they must of gone on 50 rides. It was around 12:00pm now and every one was getting tried. So I told Karen, lets head back to the house. I aksed Paul if he and his friends wanted to come back.