Alba asked Alexandra. “That real bombshell…the blonde. Is she in on it?” She tried to respond but it came out as muffled, thirsty nonsense. He p...anted a sharp spank on her ass and she moaned, leaning further forward and bloating her breasts even more against the glass. As much as Mr. Alba wanted an answer, he loved the idea of Alexandra unable to speak as he pulled back on the makeshift gag, and he refused to loosen his grip. She began to pump her ass up and down on his big, throbbing dick,. “I just have a very bad feeling. Some… *thing* is outthere, watching us. It’s getting closer, and I don’tthink we’re going to like whatever it is when it getshere. I’m… afraid, Piper. I’m afraid that it’s toopowerful for the three of us to defeat.”Piper spooned against her, hugging her from behind. Hersister’s embrace was soft and reassuring, making herfeel invincible… like nothing could ever hurt her.“You’re. ." But what?" But I have to go to the bathroom." Oh, okay, that's okay. If you started to tell me how you have to get up early in the morning or something, I was going to have to hit you upside the head with a lamp or something." What? Why go home and dream about you when I can stay here and have you for real? No, I'm afraid you're going to have to kick me out of this bed." Okay, you go the bathroom. But make a detour through the kitchen on your way back. The olive oil is in the cabinet above. Monica returned and laid the now cleaned plug on the harness. Then she sat on a stool and started to unlace her boots. ‘Why do you wear boots, it would seem that the better costume would be running shoes?’ Jennifer asked. ‘You mean you never read the book?’ Monica asked. ‘What book?’ ‘Oh my God. Bill get her a copy, quick.’ Monica said smiling. ‘You mean there’s a manual about being a pony girl?’ ‘Sort of.’ Monica said smiling. Jennifer resolved not to question this any more. She decided that.