Too late to look away. That knee made his eyes wander. Up, up, her stomach, wich wasn't completely flat but had a tiny roll of fat from being bent ove...r, forced him to bite down on his tounge. Perfect. Perfection, she would be soft in his arms, when he took her in his arms she would be perfect and sweet. Hips, curved. Gripping them would be like touching a piece of perfect art come to life. Up, up. Her shirt had slid open, just a tiny bit. It wasn't perfectly buttoned, and it had slid open just. Abbott. I love how wet you are for me, already." He says in a low, even voice. "I'm going to eat more of it, if you don't mind. Then, since you're obviously a dirty bitch who wants it deep, I will fuck it, very hard." He says without inflection. My pussy drenches my thong and shorts, which remain around my knees, picketing me in place. His tongue is alternating between plunging in and out of my pussy, and circling my swollen clit. I grab hold of the table and plaster my chest to it, feeling the. She used to jerk about like a mad thing. But she's got used to it and so has that cursed thick hide. I shall have to think of fresh ways of getting to her! It's all on account of you, Viola! I arranged her capture. See how I love you so much that I devote my life to making her suffer!" The woman's mad!" thought Viola."It must have been hard to get her here. Maybe, you might explain some day. But let's finish watching!"They did as Viola asked. Finally the hundred had been delivered. From where. She turned over, hugged her pillow, and soon fellsound asleep. She forgot to take off her wig, or remove her makeup.During the night, Cheryl dreamed but when she awoke she could rememberthat she had dreams, but could not remember what they were about.In the morning, Cheryl got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Sittingto pee was second nature by now. She looked at herself in the mirror andshe was a mess. The wig was askew, and the makeup smeared. She washedthe makeup off, brushed her.