I'm good. Ask Chris. I bet Gwen didn't tell you that she caught us today. Did she tell you? We were on my bed and I was on hands and knees while Chris... put his prick into me from behind. I really liked that-I'd never screwed that way before. We could do that, if you want to. I'll do anything."No, no, no," he said, over and over, trying to shut his ears against the silkily erotic insistence of her voice. She was tantalizing and provocative, and he could smell the young-girl fragrance of her,. She pulled defiantly at her restraints."Don't worry, Willow. The mist is just to ensure that you won't feel any pain for what is to come," Fink said. "We are not monsters, you know." All the bimbos giggled. Willow looked around as much as she could. She knew she had just one last card to play.There was no other option left."Tara, I know you're still in there," Willow said. She tried to muster a winning smile. "It's me... Willow, remember, honey? I love you, Tara. You have to fight whatever. When he’d thought she didn’t know who was sending them it had seemed easy, now however he just couldn’t think. A long forgotten piece of advice came back to him. ‘Write as if you are talking.’ Where had he heard that? At school…. And then he remembered, it had been Victoria. He smiled to himself and began to type, a totally different sort of message to the ones he had been sending. —— Victoria was wondering if she had done the right thing by encouraging Dave, but his messages had been witty and. She giggled, asking him if she really had done a good job. Drowsily he nodded his head, unable to find any words, only able to grin that he had perhaps the sexiest wife on the face of the earth. Their panting decreased and they naturally eased their bodies, molding into one another. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, stroking her soft, angelic hair. With his other arm he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the heart-shaped box of chocolates. Managing with his one free hand, he.