For that was what she was, he kept trying to tell himself. She was just a new part of the case. But her eyes still were there, like melted chocolate, ...hey pulled at him, making him remember more than just her eyes. Like how she’d looked in the skirt she was wearing the first time he’d seen her. Or how she felt, her skin so soft despite the hard manual labor that she did on a daily basis as he had held her hand in comfort. He wasn’t thinking of her like a cop would. That was his whole problem.. The girls had decided that they would draw lots for the order and after being secured in place I would take them anally and while I was inside their butt an inflatable dildo would be inserted into their vagina and no less than 10 pumps. Then and only then could they be branded. Anna was first and said the tears were joy as this was what she wanted from the start. Felisha was second and thanked me for restraining her as she was terrified of being branded, but wanted it more than anything. Cari. She led her faithful horse down to the plain, not looking back once at the scene of her hibernal resting place. It would only have made her sad.The ground was still soft underfoot after the winter rains; easy for the still barefoot Princess to walk over. It was covered as far as she could see by a profusion of wild flowers, of a myriad different varieties - a breathtaking kaleidoscope of blues, reds, pinks, yellows, ultramarine and every other colour of the rainbow. She still found it hard to. "Her mouth fell open just in time to catch the ribbon of burgundy that fell from the rim of his glass. He smiled down at her as he kept it coming, soon filling her mouth faster than she could swallow it. As it overflowed across her chin he followed with the glass, pouring a thin, steady stream over her breasts and belly, until it funneled between her legs, mixing with her own sticky nectar, finally trickling into a building puddle on the floor below."Decisions, decisions. What should I do with.