She was asking me questions and giving me details of the service she was selling. It actualy sounded like a good deal, and I could see she was a good...saleswoman. I took some info from her but simply said I couldn't sign anything or make a decision. As she went onto other talking points I noticed she didnt have any rings on her finger, but she definately looked like a wife very possibly divorced. As we spoke, and I got chances to look her up and down, I became more comfortable and opened the. Abigail managed to get her hands out, but still hit the wallpaper with a sickening crunch.She turned around and faced her sister. "This was for getting me sacked," she yelled at her. "Hurts, doesn't it?"Moira wiped her eyes. "Ahh 'ate you." She looked down at Quentin and stared at him. "Ah 'ate you too."Abigail shrugged and picked up her shoes, slamming the door to the shared bedroom as she went. She didn't want to be around Moira, and her Quentin any longer and she had certainly not intended. They and the room were lit by the indirect lighting from the temple capitals. And near the left corner, between the door and the cypress chest at the foot of the bed, was a life-size statue. Carl did not recognize the figure (truth to tell, he didn't recognize most of the mythological references), but he knew that there was something wrong with it. It was wearing clothes. It had on a dark blue watchman pullover cap, an open pea coat, and a blue-collar shirt. There was no way to put pants on it,. "That's it Jenna...cum for me like a good girl."Jenna lapped up every delicious second that Mack devoured her and fucked her as she felt the waves crashing upon her one after the other, leaving her gasping for air as she drowned in them."Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" Jenna's voice cried out over and over again until finally she screamed as her body began to shake uncontrollably. "I'm cumminggggggggggggg!!!!Mack pins her down hard to the table as he keeps her firmly in place to work her over even.