He let go of my legs and I felt him settle back into the far corner of the couch.I tried to pull my knees and ankles together, but to no avail. He had..._magicked _them apart as if an invisible metal rod was holding me spread open.‘Good animal,’ murmured the man holding my hair into my ear. ‘That will make you nice and easy to fuck later. Now. Tell me what you want inside you.’ As he spoke, his hand kept stroking my nipple, the sensations running from my breasts to my groin making it hard to. "I'm sorry about running a little late. I was in a meeting with a vendor that ran long." Carol apologizes.Carol is a tall, lean, fair-skinned woman, with short hair of an amazing copper color. She stands a full head taller than Sara, and is about ten years her senior. She has long legs, a tiny waist and a well-proportioned chest. Her designer business suit showcases her figure.Carol's a corporate officer for a very successful company that provides high-end catering for events in the area. . One last note. The author would like to warn that this saga contains content of a sexual nature, involving interracial sex, infidelity, mind-control, and other seemingly controversial topics. It any of these offend you, please move on to genres more to your liking. This author is not interested in the berating and threats from anonymous detractors.---------------------------------------------“What do you mean I have to go back? Do you have any idea who is in that place? Thugs and criminals!. I was just as much of a horndog as he was.We broke the kiss and stared at each other as he stroked me. I was about to ask him if we should get out of this party and go back to his place when we heard a noise at the kitchen doorway.There was Renee, staring at us with wide eyes."Well, don't stop on my account," she said.Renee was rumored to be a libertine, and a sexual dynamo. I'd never seen any direct evidence, but she had a fantastic pair of boobs and wasn't ugly. I'd fantasized about her more.