Joe walked Rachel over to the stock and opened the top. Monica stood on the other side of it, where Rachel's head would go. The stock pointed Rachel a...way from the two way window. Rachel thought, "Whoever is out there looking is going to get quite a view." Monica guided Rachel's head onto the bottom half of the head hole, carefully pulling Rachel's hair through. Joe placed Rachel's wrists onto the bottom of the hand holes. They felt small to Rachel. Quickly the top of the stock descended. ”“I bet they get asked for free samples all the time,” she giggled.We just enjoyed the walk, looking at the buildings. There wasn’t much traffic out, and only a few people walking. There was a food truck parked along the street that was still open. I bought us both some ice cream.“This may sound amusing, but this is sort of fun. Reminds me a little of the state fair,” I said. “Granted, it’s not as crowded right now, but I bet things will get interesting later.”“What are those building over. I asked her once how I was able to do the magicwhen I went back to being a boy in Hades. She said she had oftenpondered that question and that all she could figure out was that, onceI connected to our family's magic, it stayed in my system regardless.After that whole scary incident I worried that those gods would comeafter me again, but once the whole prophecy thing was exposed as fakeand that Khaos was behind the whole thing from the beginning, they allseemed to lose interest in me or my. Her husband was a fool.There was a continual stream of gasps, squeaks, yelps, groans, and indecipherable mutterings as I tongued her. My hands were massaging her inner thighs, keeping her legs open enough to allow me some freedom. I noticed the pubic hair I’d seen through her pants was indeed neatly trimmed into a little patch. Stupid husband, ignoring this.Her juices coated my mouth and chin and had soaked my mustache. “God, I love this, it feels so good, don’t stop, lick me, oh God …” and.