"She ain't me girl," he said forcefully."Ahh ... ya went out," Abigail told him. "I saw ya."Simon took a deep breath. "Yeah. We did. Once. We went to ...ub," he said wistfully. "And she was a right mouthy cow. And she wants to be married 'fore sex."Abigail took a bite of the cold pastry, and she looked over at him. "Spoilt with me, were you?"Simon grunted. "And what 'boot Alistair."Abigail blushed and grunted; Simon pressed her and she groaned. "He isn't super-stud," she told him and then. “Oh, don’t be daft, he isn’t a monster!” Mary smiled almost affectionately through painted lips. “You know you will get to like it here!” She handed Gaby the plate of food and a plastic knife and fork. “Yeah they don’t want you harming yourself!” She smiled.“How long have you been here?” Gaby asked.“3 years now!” Mary replied as she sat on the bed next to Gaby who was only dressed in a cotton T shirt. “C’mon eat up.” She encouraged. “3 years? 3 Years?! What made you come here?”“Like. The girl’s limbs tugged violently, her whole body shifting, but that was as nothing to the movements she made, or tried to make, when the boy finally brought the wand into play, switching it on and pushing the head against his girlfriend’s clit as he continued to use the dildo to stretch her.The whole situation was as perverse and depraved as I’d hoped it would be when I drafted Lady Hilda for the task. She was moaning long and hard, repeatedly striking the girl’s breasts, rib cage and stomach.. .forty," he haggled."Fifty, fifty..." demanded Mistress Ivy."Or I take her to the scarecrow," she threatened."Okay....okay......I have waited too long for this," growled the Joker."Mind if I watch," quipped Mistress Ivy."Be my guest."Mistress Ivy looked down at Barbie and commanded."This is Master Joker, you will do everything he commands." Yes Mistress Ivy," simpered Barbie."Master Joker.......I like that," giggled Master Joker."Hey Harley you can call me Master from now on." In your dreams.