I’m ssorry . . . Mr. Quentin . . .”Quentin smiled. “I should hope so,” he said. “And you, Miss Villiers . . . did you enjoy that?”“Yes M...r. Quentin . . . Th-thank you . . .” answered Melissa.Rosalie marvelled that the girl could make such a seemingly genuine reply. Amazing!“Well now,” continued Quentin, “before you go, we come to the question of your Bridge debts. £1 apiece, I think . . .”“Correct,” said Glenda.“We’ll have it now then, young ladies.”Julia and Melissa looked at each other in. About an hour later I left the fire to take a piss on the way back I went by where my aunt was passed out she was laying still with her left tit almost fully exposed her suit had fallen away but her pussy was covered by the sleeping bag I am glad now not knowing what I might have done to her. When I shook her she did not stir so Ishook a little harder she was motionless thank god for booze. I softly traced my finger tips across her exposed breast giving me the hardest boner I have ever had.. Before she had time to say anything else, the cock launched itself into her pouting mouth, filling her throat in one brutal movement. Clara groaned, unable to do anything except lie there, as the giant penis started to slowly thrust in and out of the time traveller’s sweet mouth.Amy could nothing except stand and watch as Clara was being brutalised by the alien tentacles. Her eyes filled with tears and she sobbed out loud, not just for the poor ravaged brunette, but in the knowledge that. "Now, Mrs. C., it's not that I don't trust you, you understand. But I would be remiss if I didn't, at least, confirm that you did as you were asked. It's not as if you've been well behaved to this point," Greg scolded.Like a c***d, Mrs. Clark responded, "I'm sorry, Greg. I didn't mean to....I tried....." I know you did, Mrs. C., but I have to make sure you're telling me the truth. I need to know that you're serious about being a good role model for your daughter. You could have just given me an.