“How about Jeff Bell for Hans?” Princess said.I just glared at her. She giggled then asked, “Do we have the voices for all the people in “Do Y...u Want To Build A Snowman?”“You mean the littlest Anna and Elsa? That may be an issue. I am still working on that,” I responded.“Here we are,” Jennie said, opening the garage and putting her Honda in the third garage hole.We went inside and I got everyone to come with us. I pulled out the FROZEN score I had been holding onto.I started playing the music. "Good girl!" laughed Ma. "That's rule number one!"Helen rubbed her sore arm. "And what's rule number two, you sadistic bitch?" she grated.Spike zapped her again."Rule number two, Barbie, is don't speak until you're spoken to! But I'm glad to see someone in the family shows a bit of spirit." She grabbed a fistful of Mark's hair and jerked his head back. "This cur came to heel without much of a whipping. He fucks to order, don't ya, Mark?" Yes, Ma!" he quavered."And why are we here?" queried Ma,. I feel his long fingers trail up my ass then grab my waist to pull me close and Push into me. I can feel how hard he is so I rub my ass against his dick but with a swift move he has his hand my dark brown hair. "What's my name?" He demands. I reply "Denis"His other hand moves from my hip to my ass and he starts to rub. "What's my name?" He repeats"Denis" I say He hand stops rubbing and he smacks my ass. I then let out a half scream half moan." Say it again " He demands. I say his name and his. Cheryl and Meghan were as opposite as sisters could be. Fair, soft, dimpled Cheryl had a body and demeanor that invited men in and encouraged them to linger. Meghan had a body made of broken glass and razor wire, and she acted just about as inviting as she looked. Yet her obdurate physique attracted the male eye with an uncompromising irresistibility, and one could not help but dwell on what it would be like to have one’s meat forcibly clamped, pumped, and milked by the girl’s vise-like.