.. dig them in deep.... open me up... " I slid in my index finger and there was way too much room. Then my index and middle. I was sliding them in ryt...hmically and she said, "more fingers" I hade three fingers plunged in her. I was grinding, three knuckles deep. She was lifting herself off the seat and fucking my hand. She started to cum. Her walls tightened around my fingers and I could hear her juices squirt. She didn't squirt, per se, but she did ooze from her pussy all the juices from her. Desperately titillating scraps of cloth."Snap out of what ? I know what I'm doing, sweetie."Shinju was a good girl. She couldn't remember much of her life in Japan -though her wonderful Queen helped her remember with each passing whisper - but she knew she never dressed provocatively. That was a bad thing to do... So why was she so impressed when Catherine did it ?"And you are a lost, confused little sweetheart."Her clothes were her sexy, rocking tattoos. The black, curvy cloth that stood as. Her feet dangled, and the hard,flat wooden seat pressed the backs of her thighs and her bottom. The pressure forced the inserts a little deeper, but that didn'thurt. Swiftly, he taped her forearms to the arms of the chair, probably with duct tape. By moving her shoulders, she couldrelieve the pressure of the seat a little bit, but it wasn'tworth the effort. She was securely fastened in the chair, eventhough she could still kick her feet. Hands lifted her breasts, and then she felt. My problems are solved, what about yours?"I just stared at her. A thought crawled into my skull. It made me shudder."Did you kill him, Mary?"She never blinked."He died, Eric. He is dead and gone. What is it to you?"I took a sip, just to do something. Here I sat with a crazy murderess. I felt her cool hand tap mine."How about the slut, Eric? What are you going to do about her?"Her voice was almost a whisper. Her eyes bored into mine from their deep dark niches. I took away my hand."You scare me,.