Not much I could do to change that.Jennifer had pushed the door to her bedroom nearly closed but hadn't actually gotten it to latch. She was underneat... the covers naked, her little collection of sex toys she used to pleasure herself lying there on the bed beside her. As Jennifer felt herself getting turned on more, she reached up, cupping both of her breasts, diddling her nipples and feeling them both harden. The feel of her fingers on her tits was wonderful. Jennifer had very sensitive nipples. ” She giggles. “The hound from hell...” She’s clearly struggling to remember the whole herald, but she’s obviously a fan.As Dennis sidles into view, HE starts up his pitch... “Please welcome the ‘ound from ‘ell ... The beast from the east end ... He’s a lover not a fighter ... A licker not a biter ... He’s a rock ‘ard, go ‘ard, take you in the back yard, fuck your pussy send your mum a post-card ... Meeeeean muvva-fucker ... Casanova the Fird!”As usual, he times it to perfection, so the dog. Pulling me towards him. I staggered forward in a trance as his other hand came up between my legs and gently started stroking my smooth balls."Mmmm. Nice shave job. They feel just like mine" he stated as he twisted my balls in between his soapy hands.I reached over and grabbed hold of that monster rod and slid my hands up and down the length of the rigid staff. He parted his legs, and I slid my hands under his balls to his perineum and back up. His balls rode the back of my hand and flopped to. His grandfather and great great grandfather before him had been Judges or “WitchFinder Generals”, serving Crown and or Parliament, until aged retirement to the ancestral estate relieved them of their appointments, and he was forced by duty to follow their lead, though he’d never seen a true witch and is entirely convinced in his doubts as to their very existence.It is an hour later that the coach limps under the rapidly darkening skies into the rural village of Dellamere and stops outside the.