As her body rocketed into her orgasm, she got her doctorate in being sucked off. She spasmed and spasmed through her dissertation, her body in absolut... ecstasy from the force of the sensations coursing through her, and as she graduated into the bliss of fulfilled desire in only moments. She pushed Weird Stanley's face away and collapsed back into the chair, for the moment exhausted from the force of the come that had filled her.He rocked back on his haunches and looked at her."I've got a awful. At first I had justified my behavior — and the depths of depravity to which I delved — under the self-serving conceit that I was actually protecting my child. God knows what dangers lurk for kids wantonly satisfying their sluttish needs with strangers, classmates, and so on. At home, I could keep things safe and contained. Well, at least contained; after all, I've already admitted to the whole "ass-to-mouth" thing, which is hygienically unadvisable, and sexually so fucking erotic.Of course, I. All the way back."Aren't you going to warm me up?" Pamela cooed. Hanson took off his coat and came across the room. The rug was thick, the tables low and expensively stylish. Pamela had already kicked off her shoes and when he reached out for her fur wrap, she giggled teasingly and let it fall behind on the floor. Then, keeping her green eyes on his face, she pushed the thin straps of her white satin dress down off her shoulders. Hanson watched her body undulate gracefully, and the silky. I’m not sure what they did but couldn’t bring them up, couldn’t move them. They told me I shouldn’t! I saw no ropes, felt no bindings, they simply refused to move. Do I have to confess to you that I didn’t want then to, to buy your silence? When I asked they said it was a magical binding that held them. Said they needed to inspect me, be sure I hadn’t orgasmed in the shower and prepare me for orgasmic magic. Its energy release would be potent they promise, out of this would, maybe even felt the.