I continued until she was satisfactorily wet. Then the real fun began.."Carlie, I'm going to use this dildo you stole on you." I explained. "Jesus! Yo...u're so cruel!". "No, stealing my shit that I need to make a living is cruel, slut!" I snapped at her. I stuck my fist into her pussy all at once. Carlie screamed in agony as I stretched out the fingers, making sure to scratch her pussy painfully. "OWWWWWWW! AGH! STOP! STOP!" she yelled. "Want to go to jail? If not, I'll keep going!" She started. For example, your skipping just now needs lots of work, as the camera will show you. Plus we can take and print off individual frames for my girls scrap book and picture album," she said. "Now, I'm going to move the camera to behind the sofa and I want you to re-enter the living room, with a skip, look over at the coffee table, and when you see the presents for you, I want you to jump up and down clapping your hands in front of your chest. OK?" Is this really necessary?" I asked."Of course it. There are many rooms, opulent bedrooms and other chambers laid out for every fantasy or desire. There are said, in its depths, to be secrets that even the house’s mistress doesn’t know.That mistress, Lady Zemithar, is a mystery herself. Nothing is known of her before she founded ‘The Dragon’s Lover’ a century ago and became its madam, and even now no two people can agree on her appearance, although all agree she is beautiful and sensual. Some say she is an exiled elven noblewoman, or a blood. The old man stirs and opens his eyes. “Oh, what a surprise, girlie,” he says sheepishly with a croaky voice. “Hi. Let me warm you down there,” says Emily. “Be my guest,” mumbles Doug. As usual, Doug has a good bottle of red wine handy on the coffee table, one glass has wine and the other is empty. Very soon they are clinking glasses as the ruby red wine swirls inside them. As they gulp down the wine, Emily soon feels stirring between her legs. “Let’s get blottoed tonight,” says Doug. “Why not,.