Besides, he seemed to be going slow enough. How wrong she was. The second the head of his cock entered her, he slammed his entire shaft into her. Rach...l began to scream very loudly. He stopped and cupped her mouth.“Is there anything to shut you up?”She nodded, crying now.“Where?”She pointed at her suitcase beside the bed. He reached down and, while still balls deep inside her, opened it up. He smiled when he saw the suitcase.“You fucking slut. Ball gags, vibrators, oh and what’s this?” he. This weekend, though, we're going to drive up to see his family. He said I have nothing to worry about, but I'm nervous already."Why, sweetie? They'll love you, I promise!" he said, "And they're so excited that you're coming that Mom will have the best china laid out, and she'll make Dad wear a tie! And he doesn't do that for just anybody. Even made us promise we wouldn't give the undertaker a tie to put on him for his own funeral. Said he'll sit right up, take a pair of scissors, and cut the. The squid had ridiculous technology she would have never suspected was available. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. She wanted to head straight for sanctuary in her basement office to wait out the lockdown mode, but instead fought down the panic. The fugue must have been one of the tougher programs. Surely most of the features were already activated. The museum would be closing soon and Bill would be gone before long. She was better off waiting before making the trip through. The crooked little smile and the twinkle in her big brown eyes showed she liked what she saw.Her brown hair lay soft on her shoulders. Her breasts were unencumbered by a bra. The sleeveless, white blouse fit tight around her rib cage, lifting and displaying those orbs. The two top buttons were open to "let her breasts breathe," as she liked to say.The red skirt came to mid thigh. It fit like a glove, displaying shapely legs in sheer stockings. She wore red flats; heels made it hard to drive..