She then commands me to get up and follow Her, which Iimmediately do without question. She leads the way into the living roomwhere She stops and turns...to me and has me slowly twirl around so She mayinspect me. I can literally feel Her eyes upon me, scrutinizing every inchof me and my attire. She smiles and winks at me, which makes my heart leap with joy, knowingthat I have indeed pleased Her with my choice of outfits. But before I gettoo happy She also reminds me that She has not forgotten my. To understand I need to describe Ms Morton and you’ll need to forgive me if I sound a bit like a teen in love. Angela Morton is just over six feet tall. She has ash blond hair which is cut to frame her slightly too long face and the colour somehow highlights her incredibly blue eyes. Her nose is longer than it should be too, her cheek bones prominent and fine, her chin a little too pointed. Her mouth is wide, constantly uplifted at either end and, when open, reveals even, small teeth of a. " You had stopped using your hand on youself.More, he asked? "You, I....you devil...."He smiled and greased up three fingers on his free hand, with butter....he was good, he kept you close to the edge..Again he asked, more?I could feel my heart pound in my chest as he gathered the three greasy fingers, started to rub your second hole....Holy crap, I thought....where is this gonna end?You asked for it, slut, he said, and started to push the butterlubed fingers into your butt, still working on. I was surprised by how little time it took me.I’d found a box of pocket watches a few days before and had stood near the grandfather clock to get a sense of its timing. Once I had it, I adjusted the workings of the pocket watches to match.The watches kept good time, and I had given one to Pammy, Ian as my coachman, and one each to Tom, Wally and Walter. I had also given one to Jim the day before and Kim last night. I had the ninth, and I had three more to give away.I checked the spell book and.
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