‘Don’t you want to give of your sensual best?’ ‘Should my words slink across the chicken pies, sir?’ ‘No – just be you – unless you wi...sh to slink across the pies?’ He arched his eyebrows and reached out to stroke the invisible contours of her imagined body, lying across the barrow. ‘With practice I might, though you would have to pay for all the broken pie crusts.’ ‘That I cannot do right now. Go: get yourself some time free. Let me find something to fill your belly?’ His eyes pleaded with. "This is handy, you look to have about any hand tool you might need. How about power tools?" I have these because I do my own work on the boat. I've got a portable work bench and hand held power tools but no bench or floor mounted ones. I know how to use them but I really don't have the time or space for them."I grabbed the tape measure and we headed back to the house. When we got to Kay's room she showed me where she wanted to put things and we took some measurements. "I'm sure the desk will. After toying with the girl, Bob began easing his finger into the teen's tight hole. The girl cried as she felt the man's digit penetrate her. Bob savoured the feel of the hot, tight flesh that swallowed the tip of his finger. He then violently shoved this finger the rest of the way. Molly screamed as he buried his finger to the knuckle in her tight hole. She felt as if her arse were on fire. Pain filed her mind as Bob's finger stretched her tiny hole."Fuck, you are tight." Stop. Oh please stop.. Recognising the voices, her body slumped further. She didn’t have the energy to move off the floor, let alone fight again with Buckley. Considering what he’d done last time, he probably would bludgeon her to death given the chance. ‘Carnus called. He’s not going to be back for a couple of days.’ Buckley walked down the stone steps leading down to the cellar with James following awkwardly behind while he tried not to spill the contents of the shallow bowl. Buckley stood a full head and shoulders.