’ Lawrence examined his face and took him to be in earnest. ‘You were there when Brock died,’ began Powell, ticking off points on his fingers. �...�You were sent to warn the militia that the magazine in the fort was to be blown.’ ‘And failed,’ pointed out Lawrence. ‘You did your best, which was better than most would have done. You were captured by the enemy. You managed to escape when the magazine exploded. You pitied one of the enemy, who was about to drown in a river, and rescued him. You. "How are you going to get him to, um, you know, repeat-" I interrupted my rambling question. "You said he did it because the bitch next door had aroused him." Just keep your eyes on the pile of papers, Silvie." She pushed me, and I fell to my hands and knees."Connie?" I asked in surprise."We have to recreate the exact circumstances." She explained. I heard fresh petting sounds and "good boy"s. Connie's voice sounded different, sultry, sexy even. Not that a dog would pick up on complex, human. My ass felt huge and spread out under me. I feltsoft and wet and vulnerable as I looked from Baldy to the camera man andback. Baldy was stroking his cock and watching my pussy, the cameramanheld the device only a few inches from my pussy and was watching the viewscreen to make sure he got the shot right."Push it out, baby," he said again. "Push it."Not knowing what else to do, I looked back down at my pussy and sort ofclenched. I didn't do it quite right that first time, but then I. "And you have to show me how to use it. Think I can pick it up prettyfast, but I'm gonna need your help."Heather quirked an eyebrow. She started to unroll the picture."I... are you sure about this?"Kim smiled. "What kind of girl do you wanna be, right?" Now, think Frankie can pencil me in?"***The bakery was awash with an awkward quiet. Faye and Bobbie stoodthere, there was little product left, the 9am rush over and the noonrush yet to come. She expected to sell out by then."So, we're headed to.