Bella for what you did, you must be punished, he said as sternly as he could and Bella almost winced from the look on his face. knowing what she must ...do she stood and bent over the bed, bracing herself with her hands. i am ready uncle, she whispered. nothing to say for what you did?, he questioned, his face searching hers. No, uncle, she said shaking her head lightly. He nodded and walked behind her taking in the sight of his niece clad in her nightgown. Bella, you must lift the dress, or take. Or rather, typical of what a village pub used to be. The village itself was somewhat of a happy anachronism. Pottersbridge still had several shops and had managed to retain its Post Office. It was prosperous and Simon realised that, although it had problems (minor graffiti on the bus stop which still -miraculously- had a bus service several times a day!) the village was living a charmed life. As he opened the door into the large, well-appointed pub lounge, Dan was behind the bar, waiting for. One night I woke up with a hangover at 4 am and found I was no longer a virgin. After that I'd cuddle for the vodka, but would never have more than 3 or 4 shots. Now that I was 16, we drank vodka at dinner, but I wouldn't get wasted any more. In the limio the vodka was ice cold and I downed a tall glass gratefully. He immediately refilled it and I downed that. The oligarch, which I learned he was, asked me what I wanted to do with my life. I told him, I wanted to travel, see the world and hang. I lay down naked on the bed, lick my fingertips,spread my pussy an play with clit. My fingers slip an slide in and out of my hole for a while,sticky an wet but unable to satisfy myself..but I'm hungry for nice thick cock. So i put on sparkly gold dress.You leave your room at the same time as I do and we enter the lift together (where it all began) were facing each other, admiring one another. You can smell my pussy, it drives you crazy. You hold me up against the lift wall. We kiss, a long wet.