.I saw you and that waitress in the back room...’, leaving the end of the sentence hanging. Recognition flashed in your eyes as you blushed further... the memory of that moment, along with the other moments you had enjoyed with Rachel since, flooded your body with sexual energy. Suddenly your heart was racing, your breathing quickened and you felt your clitoris start to tingle and throb. I decided to push on, ‘...yes, I saw you both and it was incredible! Do you still keep in contact with. She was already breathing heavily with a mix of nervous excitement and barely contained panic, the touch on her eager vagina made her moan. "Oh yeeesss, you want it, don't you?" Gruthsorik teased. Without waiting for an answer he pushed the tentacle into her, making her moan louder.The tentacle fucked her with moderate speed, moving back and forth and deeper and deeper inside her wet pussy. She felt it advancing inch by inch and moaned encouragement, her previously conflicted feelings now. " You'll be rich, Alexander." Not rich - except by the standards of the village. But I need to get my other paintings on the way to London. I'll go to the railway station this afternoon. They can send a van for them." You'll get wet, Alexander," Mary protested."I think I'll get wetter if I delay, Mary, the barometer's falling. I don't like the feel of the weather. I want those pictures gone and the village ought to think about a possible flood." A flood? Surely not." This cottage is safe. So is. "They're just admiring you."I didn't want to be admired."Maybe try looking back instead of hiding. What if you found somethingin them to admire?"She was right: if I wanted to be the dominant party, I had to standfirm.Firm. The more I focused on the images before me, the less clothes themen seemed to be wearing.She was trying to trick me. It wouldn't work: I blocked the images. Isimply wouldn't acknowledge them at all."Think about arm muscles." I couldn't help it, I focused on the nextman's.