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The atmosphere was heavy with sex. Clare was sitting in the chair opposite, her skimpy panties now clearly outlining her cleft. I was about to pass th...e sugar to Ray when I heard her whispering, reciting something or other. I turned to face her and saw that she was pointing to Ray and me alternately."Ip, dip sky blue, who's it, not you! Not because you're naughty, not..." She stopped when she became aware that Ray and I were staring at her with bemused expressions on our faces. "It's all right",. I waited in the den until she finished her duties and could hear her walking across the kitchen tiles, she peered around the den door and said in a sultry voice, are you ready to ‘talk’ now? Sure I said, feeling my cock begin to stiffen, she came in and sat next to me on the couch, we had a short conversation about relationships and how her ex-husband cheated, all the while rubbing my inner thigh, I leaned in to see if she was game for a kiss since all the signs were there and she responded by. I was surprised and as soon as I went out, she said that the next morning, there is a surgery for one of the patients and doctor has ordered to keep all the surgical equipment ready by morning. But the pharmacy person has left and the lights are off. So she asked me whether I can come along with her with my phone so that I can put on the flashlight and help her pick the surgical things from the pharmacy.I happily agreed and went with her. This time, we went in the lift and there was a strict. In the cell is an old rather decrepit looking bed and a heap of blankets. On the floor was Byron's dinner, an uncooked leg of beef. Edgar must have brought it down while I was getting Byron.He walked into the cage and I shut the door behind him and began to lock it while he stripped off his clothes. He handed them to me through the bars and ran a pale hand over his washboard stomach with a heavy sigh. He knew the form he wore would vanish soon. I went to the bars and kissed his cheek.

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