“It’s a matter of public record. I try to know everyone the old man knows. Traveling to Scotland this summer, are you?”“That’s not public re...cord.”The man carefully straightened her arm down by her side and began lightly stroking it.“There now, that’s better. No, it’s in your boyfriend’s notes from your meetings with Heinrich. He keeps very thorough notes. Mrs. Weed is supposed to look you up. She’s a witch, you know.”“Who are you and what do you want?” Rebecca was near panic. What else might. Years ago you had modifications made, to suit the various activities you enjoy. The custom four post bed and a modified massage table are your favorite pieces. Looking around she realizes the leather wrist and ankle cuffs are missing. ‘They must be in the bedroom’ she thinks to herself. Quickly she runs to the bedroom and finds them on the floor by the bed. Moving back to the den she places them on the nightstand and drops to the floor, knees spread, arms behind her back, and eyes on the floor.. She remembered him as a large, fierce man, who almost seemed uncomfortable in Dara’s small presence. When she was just a wee child he had been conscripted into the king’s army, and died in battle far away. Her mother used the death stipend to start a small chandlery, which they both ran for several years and even prospered. When Dara reached her twelfth summer, her mother contracted the consumption and died a slow, lingering death. Their entire savings was spent trying to save her, but every. When her cunt was completely exposed, she spread her legs wide and ran her fingers through the down between her legs, inviting the boys to eat her out. Angela felt wonderfully wicked as she sat there at the kitchen table, her boys dutifully at her feet and ready to suck her cunt."Lick me, Randy! I'm so hot! My pussy is so juicy! Lick me, darling! Oh, yes! Oh, God! It's so beautiful, Randy! You're making me wild! Put your tongue all the way up my cunt, lover! Make me feel it way up inside me!".