“Right come on Tom, forget that, you’re losing the plot and I can’t have that soft flaccid member on my bed knowing your balls are still full an... anyway.......I want more” Sarah wickedly smiled..She held his poor flaccid penis in her paws, bent over double and took it into her mouth to slowly work it, it didn’t take Tom to focus back to his main job, he stroked her ears, pushing her head down onto his penis base as it slowly refilled with blood and her lips worked their own magic. Tom very. He's got to measure those cloven feet and cut them shoes just right. Pain in the ass."The smith chimed in, "I've got a good sling. Can lift the biggest beast and not hurt him none. They beller some, but it does the job. Built out of oak, eight-by-eights and twelve-by-twelves mostly." All right, all right," said the elder McNish, his hands stuffed deeply into his coat pockets. "I'll bring them down. You tell me when." He and the leather-aproned blacksmith, bared armed even in the chill weather,. "What the hell is she talking about?" I heard Gwen ask, just before I closed the door. It was a short walk to my own apartment.I should have been angry, but instead I found it amusing. I wondered how long it would take Cheryl to bring Gwen over, or if she could. It was all smoke and mirrors with Gwen. To her nothing was real. After all her whole live was about Illusion. Yes it really was all smoke and mirrors to her.Since I had already had dinner, and I wasn't going to be playing house, I. She was consumed with lust, with a need for her orgasm. She hated what he was doing to her because she knew he would break her will, and use her however he wanted. He would make her beg and plead. “You love me and desperately want me to fill your body with my hard cock, isn’t that so?” he asked her. “Yes, yes,” she sobbed, her tears rolling freely down her cheeks. She loved him, and she wanted him. He had loved her from the first moment he laid eyes on her, and still did. She was the most.