We've got a full quota of pledges that we really want; some of them even go both ways, another thing that Jill doesn't do. What we need is someone to ...take her off our hands so to speak."Tim scratched his head and grunted. " Why not just kick her ass out onto the street and hope she goes away? " was his response." No can do, her dad is too well connected and mom would raise holy hell. We need some way to make her leave voluntarily," said the girl.Tim's face lit up and he slapped his knee. " I've. But despite all that my mind was still in the past. On the scene when we had entered the dungeon. On Dee, to be precise. Even now, a day later, I felt tears well up in my eyes when I thought of her. What Dee obviously had gone through certainly put my little troubles and worries into perspective.At the time it felt wrong, though. Wrong to be there. Like it had felt wrong to be present at the photo shoot with Veronica and Kat. But like then, I trusted Mistress to know whether we were intruding. We looked at each other eyes locked and then my eyes dropped and focused on her nipples, i turned away embarrassed as she would have realised. I asked if they wanted tea, they said yes, so I made us all tea, when bringing it from the kitchen.My wife was adjusting her mother’s top from the back, this gave me a chance to watch, every now and then mil mother in law) would let out a shreak as wife would scratch her with her nails in the back mils boobs would juggle, and her nipples were becoming. All that Roz seemed to be saying was ‘Harder! Faster! Come on, come on… come on!! Suddenly, she tensed, and squeezes her legs together. Her legs almost gave way at this point and I seemed to be holding her up, one arm under her shoulder and the other firmly inside her wet, dripping cunt.‘Ah, Steve’ was all she could manage to huskily breathe, and then after a moment Chris said, ‘Wow, I’ve never seen Roz coming by anybody else's hand, or anything, other than by me. Isn’t it just one of the best.