A girl dressed as a maid answered the door this time, showed me to the living room a small stoll was there and a note upon it say sit here but first s...rip. This I did folding the clothes neatly well all except the knickers I was to keep these on apparently. I sat and waited. The device I wore was now becoming easier to wear at first the weight and feel of it was uncomfortable and a few time I would have gladly torn it off to wank. So a while later Miss Amelia walked into the room I prostrated. Seeing Mike in civilian clothes, he wore an new Chicago Blackhawks championship tee shirt and old, faded comfortable jeans, gave him a more relaxed and casual look. His short blond hair was still wet from his shower and laid plastered to his head and he carried the scent of freshly washed skin with just a faint hint of masculine body wash. The smile on Toni’s lips was automatic, “I was planning on ordering a pizza. You are more than welcomed to join me.” After they order a large sausage pizza,. Crudele wasted little time in kneeling on the couch between Sara's parted thighs. She used her hands to push Sara's legs further apart and bent her head down and started to lick the girl. Mrs. Crudele really enjoyed eating pussy and it showed. She'd been an exotic dancer when she met her husband, in fact it was while performing in a two girl show that he had first seen her. She'd always enjoyed such activity and her marriage had only increased such behavior as her husband loved watching as well. "Congratulations Lady Murielle. You deduced in 20 seconds that which took the Guild 300 years to determine and confirm. And our confirming attempts have proven quite expensive. We've lost investigators by the score and even suffered severe punishments for 'meddling', including many unexplainable deaths of high guild officials." President Toulast stopped and took another slow sip of wine. She was carefully gauging the effect of her words. She took a large breath, exhaled, then looked directly at.