.A woman is on a TV screen. She is in all black robes, and her bright red hair hangs down the cracked yellow mask she wears. A dark purple smile, thin...y drawn, crosses the mask at an odd angle. I hear another chain rattle in the room, and realize I am not alone. I can't see anything but the TV, and before I can call out, the masked woman speaks;"Greetings," her voice is accent-less, almost like a machine, "I want to play a game." My heart pounds as I hear those words, whoever this bitch is, she. Lisbeth had a boyfriend, a young investigative journalist named Michael Plumfist, but she was one horny goth. Being fucked twice a night just whetted her appetite, and if she couldn’t sleep she would log onto the net and look for something to wank to. She loved wanking, and she loved porn. She also liked to be comfortable. Sweden can be pretty cold, but Lisbeth had central heating so she was able to sit cross-legged on her computer chair wearing nothing but her spiky dog collar as she played. Every time she turned around I would end up staring at her ass. Her shorts had ridden up a bit and I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks peeking out. Her ass was round and looked firm. She had a nice curve to her ass that gave her a nice profile view. Apple bottom is all that could come to mind. As I stared at her ass I kept thinking about how it would feel in my hands. I imagined her smooth skin as I caressed her ass. How it would fill my hands as I grabbed a hold of her. The thought of. “But, you know we have to do more. You have to take it deep.”“I will if you let me suck.”His zipper was down and her mouth was already beginning to gobble up his hard shaft. Her soft, creamy mouth made him lose his will to resist. His knees felt weak and his eyes closed as he felt the sweet, rolling sensations of her mystical mouth.Ah...yes...suck, his brain repeated. Suck my cock you sweet little “girl”. Just outside, the choir director was leading a group of prospective students and.