Once inside the shed, I lay her down gently onto the dusty ground. I removed the spectacles to enjoy the full beauty of her face. Just then, she gave a soft moan and started moving a little. I gave her another surge of electricity with the Taser. Seeing her lovely body twitching with the induced voltage and falling limp and lifeless again, the lust within me rose to fevered levels. But to prevent her from waking again and raising an alarm, I decided to end her life there and then. I wrapped a. Ashley gave her a few more strokes and pulled all the way out. I thought that might have been the end, but she turned away from me towards someone I recognized as Laurie, the bookstore owner. Ashley tripped and pushed Laurie who had a shocked expression on her face. Ashley followed her down and drove her fake cock right into Laurie. After a few strokes, Laurie relaxed and put her arms around Ashley’s neck. Ashley pulled her neck back out of the embrace, grabbed Laurie’s hands and held them down. He had a hand on each thigh holding me in position. He licked and kissed me. I shivered in pleasure. I felt his tongue go to my thighs, first one and then the other and then back to the first."Baby you smell so good, I wonder how you taste" and with that he dipped his tongue into my cunt. A moan escaped."Oh baby, see how wet you get for Daddy." Another lick."You taste so good baby girl. I'm such a lucky Daddy." Another lick and I was on the brink of an orgasm. My legs started to shake. He stuck. “Have a seat” she said, as she pulled out a chair from under the table. “Tea or coffee?” she asked. “Tea please” I responded. She opened the cupboard door and stood looking at the top shelf. “ugh” she sighed. Then she raised one arm above her head trying to reach the tea caddy. In doing so she caused the dress to rise up just enough to offer me an amazing view of ass, wrapped in pink lacy knickers. The view got better with every stretch as she tried to manipulate the tea caddy from the shelf.
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