She wanted to return something to you.”With that Caren handed me the ratty old moving blanket. I laughed because she had even washed it.“You did n...t have to bring this back, I am just glad I had it. It looked to me like you were going into shock so it was a no brainer that you needed warmth. How bad is your ankle? I hope it is just a sprain.”“Yes, it’s a bad sprain, but not broken. I’ll be in this boot and crutches for a couple weeks and the boot alone for a couple more. I wanted to thank you. "Can you put a finger in my arse? Yes, like that. But don't lose contact - come on, John." Their combined efforts, John, Zoe, Beryl, grew wilder, gripped all three by a frenzy of lust that demanded to be satisfied. Zoe's words were coming in gasps. "John - Beryl's getting close. Don't hold back. Just fuck me." He drove into her, faster, harder, his balls sending messages through his shaft that this couldn't go on much longer. This, thought John, was a woman whom he had never set eyes on . A naked woman in a church is either perfectly appropriate, or sacrilege.Some time later, I meandered into the basement and understood why I was here. It was a fully stocked BDSM dungeon, large pentagrams drawn on the floor, black candles burning around the room, along with men and women of various ages in black robes. Sometimes I could see faces and sometimes not. The leader was as naked as I. She was a short redhead with green eyes, busty chest, and a dangerously thin waist. She was also. He proceeded to lay his paws on her breasts, his claws biting and scratching at their sides leaving red marks as his tried to get a hood hold, pushing Diana down onto the will sheets and soft pillows as he began to sniff at her long, raven hair before beginning to lap at the sides of her face with his long, wet tongue, marking her face with his wet spit.Diana watched as he began nearing her mouth, his tongue lapping at her soft, pouty lips, making them wet with spit before he began to.