Jenna couldn’t move and in the hours she stood there she began to stop thinking. She walked into one
Jenna couldn’t move and in the hours she stood there she began to stop thinking. She walked into one of my traps. A defense for my house of slaves. What she was doing or what she was planning I cannot say, but I found her in the morning posed just like this.In my robe I brought my coffee to meet her. Her arousal was apparent with one look. Setting the coffee to the side, I placed my hand in front and said in her ear that she was mine now.I freed her from being a statue only to make her my sexy little puppet. -- source link