Show me what a cock sucking cunt you are." he said as I fumbled toroll down my stockings. I reached behind me and unhooked my garter belt. He snatched...it from my hand and tossed it across the room andsaid "Chrissie, my fucking little cum slut, tell me how much you want to please me. Tell me what a cheap fuckingwhore you are. Tell me that you're my little whore."He had a sly little smile as he said "Take your panties down Chrissie. You know you want me to fuck you.You know I'm going to fuck. After that I walked around with my cell phone taking pictures of the damage to the camper, and to my lock shop. Then I went back inside to figure my losses for the insurance company’s claim. I couldn’t believe the damages were over six grand. The claim would be more like ten grand, simply because everybody who worked on the restoration would fudge their bills. It was just the nature of the beast.I called the insurance agent before I returned the police officer’s call. The agent said the claims. I could see that Malcolm was reluctant to tear himself away from the TV, but he eventually did. I knew there was no other way to do this but to be direct, so as we were walking upstairs I explained the situation I had found myself in. “Look, I have a problem. I’ve got a very hot sexy wife who likes having someone new fuck her on Saturday nights, and I need your help,” I said. I then explained the whole situation, telling him that I wanted him to be our mystery fuck for tonight. Malcolm seemed. A good death was still a death nonetheless and Phil would rather that end was put off by ... ooh ... say ninety years or so. So this was why, when he heard the chanting, his ears immediately pricked up.Phil got off the bed and rushed to the window. The sounds were faint, but they were definitely coming from somewhere inside the castle.Another warlock, or rather a real warlock — Phil was only a student and a fairly mediocre one at that — was somewhere else in the castle. Hope flared in Phil. If.
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