He stooped lower, guiding his hard cock to her opening. Tina moved forward as he pushed his cock into her. One arm was around her waist, the other bra...ed him against the wall should he slip on the wet bottom.She eagerly accepted his tongue into her mouth and sighed her contentment as her lover began fucking her. She let go of the bar, her arms holding him, her chin resting on his shoulder. “I’m yours, fuck me my love!” she sighed.They both panted for air, like Major would, as their loving. . what would you propose to do with her, Master?” Marley asked Sam while playing footsie with Shelly under the table.“Yeah, everything about her makes me hot and wet just thinking about her! Particularly the idea of you pounding her from behind. That slick, sultry, swarthy, sexy siren! That yummy chica! I can’t believe you didn’t put one in the oven with her! Liz sounds scrumptious!” Shelly confessed that she was turned-on by the idea of the cute Latin ex-wife for some reason.“You got that from. Drool pooled beneath his cheek, seeping uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth. A single, uncovered red light bulb hung precariously from an extension cord that had been duct-taped to the ceiling in the middle of the basement, providing the only source of illumination in the make-shift dungeon that had been his coven for the past three days. He was still disoriented from the pain, pain that permeated every cell, muscle, and sinew in his body. With his arms still securely tied behind his. "But we don't HAVE an uncle!" she gasped."Am I then a ghost?" asked Robert, smiling. "Perhaps one of the ghosts you say inhabit my house?"There was, despite the emotion and uncertainty of the moment, a subtle shift in Debbie's thinking. Her rational brain accepted that this man was Robert Nettleton, whatever that meant. She didn't believe her mother would simply lie to her about that. While she didn't understand what that meant yet, her mind DID accept that this was a Nettleton, and that he had.