Only Con was his normal sharp and efficient self. I took pity on them all and used the Light to flush their hangovers away and give them all a wake-up... boost."I can see why all these people like working with you Dave, if this is the kind of service they get!" Ducky Brenneman said over coffee and waffles.Over vodka, beer nuts and karaoke last night - Karaoke! - they had hatched an idea, but that idea required the Light jumping skills of the Spirit Master class individuals. Right now that meant. Approaching the room, however, her nerves began to get the best of her. Her face flamed as they neared the door. How could she face him after what they’d done over the phone? Had he heard her cry out? Of course he had to have heard her. She’d screamed shamelessly, wetting her hand and panties in a shameful gush of lust. Next to her, Anna Maria smiled and pushed open the door to Gabriel’s room. The bodyguards were no longer there. Abigail felt the urge to turn around and flee before having to. She moaned higher. "Ooooh yeah" she said in a hushed breathless voice. I licked her intensely and savoured her taste. She was completely wet. My fingers made a wet squishy sound as I fingerfucked her, and attacked her clit with my tongue. She grabbed my hair and fucked my face with her pussy. She started to gasp heavily and moaned loudly. "Holy fuck, Hooooly fuck, hoooolyyyy fuck" she screamed as she rode my face. Her nails dug into my skin and smarted a little, but it was an enormously. She went down between my legs and started out licking my cock form base to tip, holding her tongue on me, slathering spit all over me. She knew I loved it like this, ironically because I imagined it felt like I was in her pussy after she was stretched by a huge black cock and filled with his cum. I kept telling her this and she got more and more excited. I asked her if she danced with any black guys, and she told me there was one...She started 'telling me stories.' I thought she was making it.