Recorded, and very realistic, screams of pain came from above the ceiling of the elevator as they stepped into the elevator. The screams subsided, but... a lesser scream sounded as the elevator started to descend to the club level below. Then the screams resumed in urgency as the elevator slowed to a stop.The girls exited the elevator, leaving the realistic whimpering and crying behind as they walked down a short corridor past cork boards covered with flyers and personal ads: masters were seeking. As soon as we said goodbye I closed the gate, went in and saw that it was late afternoon, my uncle was not, I took a shower, I lay on the couch to watch TV, but I was very tired, it had been a busy day, I turned off the TV and went to my room, I soon fell asleep.I woke up with my uncle suckling my breasts, I got a little scared, but the son of a bitch sucked tasty, wet and left it, I was in need, he realized that I was wet, because while I sucked my breasts he screwed my clit I realized the. As I started to soften she let got of me and looked up with a satisfied grin on her pretty face. Thank you Mr Peterson, that was fun. She leaned forward and licked one last drop leaking from the tip of my cock. Thank you! Was all I could say. She stood up. Look whats happened. She put one leg up on the coffee table and lifted her dress. Her panties had a very obvious and very large wet spot between her legs. That made me really wet. Would you like to taste me? Moving over to the sofa, she sat. At the top of the hill, Dorothy and her companions looked ahead to see the Emerald City of Oz on the horizon."It's so beautiful! And CLOSE!" Dorothy exclaimed.The companions resumed their journey with renewed vigor. They practically skipped down the yellow brick pathway.The Wicked Witch of the West gazed into her crystal ball."Ah, yes,... yes!" she cried. "Perfect! This will slow her down!"She waved her hands over the crystal, and chanted in a low, gutteral tone."Look!" shouted Dorothy,.