<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Deanna Planckard</span><br/>Doc</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/cf4f88a7-5914-46da-ad6e-12ec40e1b0fb_zpscd5280b6.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Deanna looked up when the Queen said she might return. Was she serious about that? Or just teasing her? And she shivered hearing that the Queen had tried out all the items in the drawer and actually liked them. Did anybody know that their queen was some weird, sex hungry slut? Then her ass was the topic again. Her defenses were already low and if the Queen would continue to tease her ass, she would give in, she knew it.<br/><br/>Sintrina had got up and returned with a smaller anal plug. This one looked less terrifying as the other one and Deanna was nearly at the point to nod, when Sintrina shoved three finger s in her hole and asked a question, that made Deanna question her ears. A whole hand? Ok, she would die of her hole exploding, Sintrina planned to fill her holes up with whatever she got. But before Deanna could answer the Queen started some bad teasing game and Deanna’s blood boiled again.<br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>“Does….does…ohhh….a hand….arrggh…fit in…ohhhh there?”</span><br/><br/>Deanna had asked it in some unbelieving tone. She knew that some liked fisting, but she was so tight, there would no hand fit in there. She was sure of that.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“I…oohhhhh…….had never….daaaamn…..anyyyy”</span><br/><br/>She couldn’t talk anymore as her body started to shiver again.</div>