She turns to flee, but the iron golem will not let her pass. Then she feels bony fingers on her flesh as the skeletons drag her to the center of the r...om.Bony hands roving over her trembling body. Hard fingers cupping her large breasts, pinching and pulling her sensitive nipples. Bone fingers rubbing her tender pussy lips. One pressing its way up her rectum.She can hear the sound of pigs snorting from Alissa’s room, but can’t spare her lover much sympathy as bony fingers push their way into her. “Did I tell you to stand up, slave?”Startled, she looked up at him. “N-no, Sir, but I -”“Go on, then.”For a moment Diana thought he wanted her to perform her assignment in her kneeling position, but quickly realized: No.She got down on her hands and knees.Her skirt had landed within reach, so she picked it up with one hand and placed it at James’ feet, doing her best to fold it neatly as she did so. The nearest item after that was one of her sandals so she crawled over to it. But how to pick. -- "Out of character: I'll stay with you in your bed one night soon to make up for it. Tomorrow night hopefully, unless too much FBI crap messes it up. -- "Back in character: I'm sorry you can't stay now, Donna, but I'm sure you understand. Besides, Carol is my main girlfriend and I'd be uncomfortable doing anything with her sister. I appreciate your offer, but I don't think it'd be right."Donna did a very poor job of acting sad when she left the room, anticipating tomorrow's extra,. Let me explain. I was 24 at the time and she was 42. This was quite a big thing for me at the time and I wasn’t sure how to deal with the fact that she had a daughter older than me. And she sometimes lived with Angela. No, this is not a mum and daughter story. She was nowhere as sexy as her mum and., well not the story. So we got back to her house, drank more wine and had a brilliant snog. It went on for quite a while and Angela was sending me all the signals. I just had a problem with her.