A cut rate magic lamp. He knew things like this were often sold in novelty stores and assumed it had somehow washed down the river and become lodged i...n its current resting place. He tried to pull it from the sand, but it was firmly anchored. Even after he scooped away some of the surrounding soil, the lamp remained firmly embedded. Laughing again to himself, he brushed the sand away from the writing, in the process "rubbing" the lamp, and then stood and returned to where he had spread the. You moan in pleasure and pain as your eyes roll back up into your head.“Fuck girl, you are ready for this aren’t you. Well it would be a waste for me to keep a wet slut waiting.”He begins to thrust into you hard. Over and over you feel his cock stretch your pussy as he digs his fingers into your still red ass cheeks. You moan trying your best to meet his thrusts. He grabs your still bound wrists and pulls at your arms causing you to arch your back towards him.“Damn, I thought you were tight. I thought you were careful. I assumed that when you saw me or when you invited me to your home, you'd planned it with military precision, like my very own action man. How could you have been so careless?Why didn't you wait until Joan had been gone a couple of hours before inviting me around? Then you would have known that she was well on her way to Newcastle. So, if she’d realised that she’d forgotten something, it would have been tough shit, too late to turn back. But oh no — you were too. My mum's a tall, elegant woman with strongarms and a stubborn streak that had long since got the better of Dad; Icouldn't have held the door against her, even if I'd put the chainacross!"We aint got time for you playing princess this morning, come on comeon," she muttered with her back to me, throwing drawers open while Iretreated around the other side of the bed. A pair of cream, lace edgedpanties were thrown at me followed by a matching bra with impressivecups, a long dark red pullover and a.