He kissed my smooth shaved pussy. He kissed the lips. He gently teased me with the tip of his tongue. I moaned. My breathing was going fast and so was...my heart beat. He stuck his tongue deep inside of me which made me moan loudly. ‘Corey.’ I whispered as I played with his hair. ‘Fuck me Corey. Please baby please. I need you.’ I said quietly. He looked my in the eyes. ‘Are you sure?’ He sounded worried. ‘Yes please just fuck me Corey.’ He came up to me. He kissed me hard. He slid the head of his. ‘What?’ ‘Just come on, I promise you won’t regret it.’ She sheepishly agreed and followed me out of the museum. We took a short walk down Rue Sherbrooke and stopped in front of the Church of St. Andrew and St. Paul. ‘Here we are,’ I said. ‘And, why exactly are we here?’ she asked. ‘You’ll see,’ I said, as I placed my arm around her waist and led her up the steps and through the church door. The place was empty, cool, and silent. As we entered, we were greeted by a member of the church staff,. ”The young man led me over to a corner and a big square padded bench where my back would be to the rest of the shop.I sat down and put my arms on the seat behind me. Leaning back I said, “Can you put them on for me please?”Even I could see the front of my pussy so when he got on his knees in front of me he could see every little detail, especially as I’d opened my legs to give him easier access – in more ways than one.The poor man’s arms were shaking as he fumbled to put my right shoe on; his. Fenrir insisted she repeated the process until the cigarette was only a stub."That's the spirit, baby." Fenrir said."But I..." Margaret try to speak in between a coughing fit. "…don't smoke... It stinks." You'll get used to it. Everyone does, especially after meeting me." Fenrir said.Margaret sighed but fell out of Fenrir's grip. Her eyes swirled around as she felt disorientated from the abundance of smoke in the dark cavern. Fenrir watched in amusement, smirking to himself. He picked Margaret.