Emily slid in a second finger. “And this.”Kiki groaned and bucked and gasped, her body gripping Emily’s digits like a vice. Emily felt so powerf...l. She leaned in close to Kiki’s ear. “And I heard about something called ‘fisting’ tonight.”Kiki’s hand caught Emily wrist. She shook her head. “Don’t. Please. Two fingers are plenty.”“Oh.” Emily frowned and continued to stroke her internally. “I heard it could really be something once everything is simmering along nicely.” She pinched Kiki’s clit. I fucked him, and I liked it. If he wanted me again, I’d gladly fuck him right now.”Jean lashed out, striking his wife with the back of his hand, splitting her lip and sending her crashing to the floor. Just then their five-year-old son ran into the room and clung to his crying mother.“On the morrow, we will go to the Bishop, and you will confess before him and God Almighty that Jacques le Gris raped you, or so help me, I will kill you myself.”“He didn’t rape me! He is kind and gentle and. Do you have any ideas?" Mercy, my lord," Angela Kent muttered in reply, dropping without hesitation to her knees. The woman looked frail and beaten and completely vulnerable. Tears flowed down her pale cheeks as she look up at me and begged. "You must show the people mercy." I must, must I?" I inquired coldly, glaring into Angela's eyes. "I don't think so at all. I personally think that I should teleport every last citizen of your Earth to Game World and let them try to survive here. What do. Followed by another. And another. Talk about hunting for the pot of gold."That's all I've been thinking about, wife," I grinned, "Since the moment I saw you walking up the aisle."She raised her hand and pretended to stifle a yawn. "But it's been such a long day. I'm feeling ever so sleepy. Maybe you and that thing of yours can wait until tomorrow?"I knelt down and tugged up the final layer of her slips to reveal her white self-supporting stockings and bare thighs. On the right was a pink garter.