.. gimme the duvet?" I'm afraid not." She replied, pitching her voice down a bit. "You see, you need to get washed, rehydrated, fed and generally huma...ised, and then we need to have a talk." Just talk, I'll pretend like I'm listening, you can pretend like you really care, and then I can go back to sleep." Doesn't work like that." So how does it work." You do as you're told and get up, or we take Ian's wallet round to Marcus, and ask him to take it back for you." That got her attention, and she. She knew the game she was playing was dangerous but after so many months, she felt out of control, swept along on a tide not of her making. Often while they chatted, they would talk about what if they had met. Both had agreed that a meeting would be an intense inferno. They talked about the things they would do to each other, leaving her as wet as he was hard. Numerous times John had asked Sarah to meet him, as they literally lived mere hours apart. Sarah had always said no, that she was being. As if Sir can hear Candy's thoughts, he grins at her, and bends his thumb down from where it has been brushing her clit.By now, being the slut she is, Candy's pussy is very, very wet. Sir's four fingers are making a squishing sound as they press inside her, but even hearing all that lubrication, Candy cannot imagine yet another finger -- Sir's whole hand! -- being forced into her. Candy cannot say, "No" to Sir, but she cannot stop shaking her head from side to side with a look of terror on her. "I think it's something to do with the ghosts in the house."I took a bite and savored the deliciousness before I asked, "Why hasn'tanyone tried to stop it?"Miss Lena shrugged and helped herself to a cookie, too. "Who knows?Your grandpa, he don't mind admitting the place is haunted, but yourGrammy won't hear a word about it. If?n you can't admit there's aproblem, ain?t nothin? no one can do to fix it." My parents asked me to stop it, but I don't know how." I sighed beforefinishing the cookie..