He felt a little guilty at his joy in her suffering, but then he remembered what a wicked woman she had always been. The lady of the manor was almost ...gone. Most of her body had already rotted and her mind held on from sheer terror of the afterlife. No doubt that was the reason for calling for the priest. She was desperate to avoid peril to her eternal soul. Harry personally thought it was much too late for her to escapes the fires of Hell."Well, Meredith, I think the lady is doomed," Harry. The lights outside were dimming, and she made sure her blinds were shut, then turned on the light in her bedroom. She loved to see her naked body and wasn't ashamed of the sights and sounds of fucking herself - she loved everything about it. Alicia was so horny that she didn't really need anything to warm her up, but she read her favorite stories on Literotica while slowly rubbing the outside of her black lace panties. By the end of the first story, a wet spot had seeped through. She brought. She pulled on his arm, and he stopped to look back at her. When he did, she pulled herself to his chest, "I like my men aggressive" she told him sternly."Not a problem" he responded. He took her to the master bedroom, where the king-sized bed was. He was walking backwards, holding onto Carmelita's hips when she stopped him again. "Just give me a second" she said, before walking quickly to the bathroom.When she came out, she saw that Maxwell had taken off his suit jacket, and was working on his. She rolled across the bed to the divan drawer on the other side, and hastily dragged the drawer open. She looked at the little selection of toys there, but there was only one that was going to do right now. The big silver Rabbit it was, and she rolled onto her back, and pushed it towards her glistening slit. She let a little “Oooh” slip from her lips as the coldness of it entered her, but that was only a momentary thing. She clicked the little button at the top, and it quietly buzzed into life.