In fact, she wanted it rather badly. It was just that helping with his spreadsheets was hardly what she wanted. More like getting him between the shee...ts. Still, it was a chance to get some time alone with him. “Yeah, I can. What time is good for you?” she asked. “I was going over after lunch. One?” “Sure. See you there.” As they hung up, Michelle felt an unexpected excitement. She had been quite attracted to Brent during the six months they had sat on a committee together. The possibility of an. Always impetuous, Linda turned and her hands were all over Barbara’s gorgeous body, squeezing her erect nipple and wandering down her tummy and driving a finger deep inside her cum filled pussy. Sucking in her breath, Barbara spread her legs wantonly to allow Linda access. She pushed Barbara back onto the floor and buried her face in her pussy. As Wesley and I watched, Linda slowly licked the outline of Barbara’s wet lips, just brushing her hard clit at the top of each stroke. Linda worked. "I would say that magic doesn't exist." But is that what you believe?"He laughed. "You're very clever, Mrs. Macintyre. IF such darknessexists, it is VERY dangerous and not something to try. I hope you arenot messing around with it?"Meredith shuddered. "No, father."He took his time looking at her and it was with a very penetratinggaze. "Are you saying that you are the victim of such things?" I can't say that." Not able, not unwilling, and can't say that literally?"She nodded.He started making. Still too hot. They are drinking from the bottle, back and forth, to keep cool. One sits in the room's only chair, the other on the floor at the base of the bed. The one in the chair, bored, curious, begins opening desk drawers. He is thinking "too hot, too hot--what else can come off--take my tattoos off to get cooler." In a bottom drawer he finds something heavy, pulls it out. A set of clippers, heavy like the hand of authority, like the pair your father used to use, like the ones they use on.