My left hand on laces through your dark red hair, pressing your head against my mound, moaning out as you pleasure me so artfully with your tongue, su...ckling and twirling, pleasuring me. Your fingers find my wetness, gliding into me so swiftly, thrusting two then three inside me. My hips meeting each thrust. Minutes pass and I moan out again.You can feel me totally relax. You enjoy my sweet taste, and continue to make circles around my now hardened love button until you feel me getting really. The next time she came back she brought Smirking's lunch. "Here ya go, big spender. Remember that big tip!"Smirking ate his salad slowly and watched his prey going about her job. She brought plates of food to a table near by with four businessmen seated there. As she placed the food on the table, one by one the men reached up and stroked her nylon-covered legs.One was so bold as to run his hand right into her crotch. Susan never flinched but just smiled at the men. Later, she brought a round of. Thaion, the youngest member of the patrol, grumbled in indignation. He was the fastest and fittest of their number. Granted, he just had come to the big city from his homestead of River Crossing but he was proud to serve the City Watch and secretly wondered how his peers could let their stamina and pride deteriorate like this. They were happy to make their rounds, chat with long-time acquaintances and behave more like criminals running a protection racket than officers of the law. And all he. She sorted them. Some for her. Some for Joe. Some for them both.Since Vyera has returned to England, there had been such a lot to get used to - like what to do with letters? Vyera never received letters - who would write to a slave? Instructions and tasks were a different matter. They were an every day affair, but letters?Vyera picks them up and reads the envelopes carefully. She has to, nowadays. None of the letters look quite right. What they represent has to be sought from deep in memory..
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