"Get's to you doesn't it?" Yeah, it does. Wish there was somewhere to sit," he said glancing around the room and realizing that the two chairs in the ...orner were covered with clothing that had been carelessly thrown on them."We won't stay here long. Don't worry about your hard-on. I've got one too," he said as he glanced down at his own crotch, "and, I've seen her do this dozens of times. Anne would be heartbroken if she thought that someone had watched her and didn't react like you're. Before I could react the liquid splashed over the table side and onto my cotton skirt. I stood up hastily and he was all apologetic, as he came to my aid with a tea towel and offered to wipe the liquid off my skirt. He continued apologising as he brushed the cola drink from my now soaked skirt."It's Ok, Uncle Bill; I'll just put it in with the next load of clothes, no harm done." My explanation was simple, but he lifted my dress and asked if any went onto my panties and made a gesture to wipe. There was no sign of activity. His bedroom light was on just as I’d left it.Three hours later our phone rang. It was my dad. Marissa had arrived in Seattle safe and sound. She was starting to get strung out, so he took her directly to a clinic where she voluntarily admitted herself. My dad told me that the treatment lasted two weeks and during the first week she wasn’t allowed any outside contact. I thanked him profusely.At six p.m. I drove into work to meet Agent Ferraro, just like I’d. “Yes, Mistress!”Aingeal rose into the air, her pink wings a blur. She drifted backward, trembling in delight. Ava rolled off of Greta, lying beside her busty bedmaid. Nathalie turned to greet me, kneeling on the bed, too. Her small, firm breasts barely jiggled with her movement.“She’s so ready for you,” moaned Nathalie, her hands stroking up and down Ava’s right thigh.I moved to see right between the princess’s legs. Her pussy was matted down with juices. I throbbed and ached, still on the.