.down here ...to the kitchen ...now"Well Hamish was down the stairs quick.J'Arnie took a while, well she had gooey, gloppy, semen slush, warmly oozing... out of her arse. No she wasn't slow down the stairs, wiping it all out, after each wipe, more came from her depths, fuck she had been arse creamed deep. No it was her frickin self-gratifying love for her arse, she just had to play with the semen-cream dribbling from her puckered now cherry red crack... she was nympho and proud.....Eventually her. If you still intend to fight me, you know where to find me. Lay down your weapons and surrender or come for me and die. I will eat your flesh slowly so that you take days to die. I will only spare those who surrender. You alone must decide what you want to do.”While Eric followed me, recording, I left the room and went back outside. There, the image morphed back into the twenty-five-meter-long dragon as I climbed back on my grav sled, rising from the ground as the hologram wings began flapping.. The centerpiece of her outfit was her new light blue gown. It was a custom made Dior gown that had cost $10,000. The top half was a perfectly fitted bodice made of silk subtly embroidered with very fine lace. It fitted tightly around her slender waist and the two lace trimmed cups fitted the beautiful shape of her huge round breasts perfectly. Being strapless it seemed to be a gravity defying miracle the way it held out her obviously hefty bust in front of her. Her shoulders were completely. Pete thanked her with a sweet smile of his own and, with Annie dutifully holding the bag open for him, Pete picked up with his spare hand all the clothing, camera and baggage and dropped them into the sack. He took the plastic bag from Annie.“Spin it, Sweetheart.”Annie spun the bag and Pete hefted it over one shoulder and dragged the unfortunate individual round the house to the side gate and around to the front of the building where the accumulated crowd of pressmen gathered on the pavement..