Sex is power and good looking girls desired by men have it all in their grasp.I have felt men's eyes all over my body and imagined what they were thin...ing and that turned me on big time.On an anniversary trip in the 'Orient Express' I sat opposite a group of elderly gentlemen, drinking and play cards. I noticed one older man's eyes, oscillating from my legs to my breasts and noted his fist, which covered his crotch, press in then relax, indicating to me his was stimulating himself as he looked. Jordan suddenly felt the submissiveness of her position. She wasn't going to let him see her like this.The wall with the imprisoning pipe was behind her; still lying on her side, she began to wiggle closer to it. The zip-ties around her wrists shifted, clawing at the bloody flesh beneath. It was hard not to scream. Fingers probed gingerly for the string of zip-ties that linked her wrists to the pipe: if she could hold the makeshift handcuffs still then they wouldn't hurt so much.Jordan took a. "Excite Your Clit Bimbo Girl." Mark started rubbing hishand over my crotch area. I said the trigger phrase again. "Excite YourClit Bimbo Girl." Mark unzipped my pants and took my cock out andstarted hand jobbing me. I said the trigger phrase again, Mark leaneddown and put my cock in his mouth. He gave me one of the best blow jobsI've ever had. After I cummed in his mouth, I told him to swallow, thenI said the "Go Blank Bimbo Girl" trigger phrase. His eyes glossed over. I remembered from. He heard a gasp beside him."That's impossible, you're lying!" Da'ren's voice came from the end of a long tunnel.Tristan wiped his brow with a trembling hand "Yes! Aesia, you told me yourself it was impossible, so how?"She shook her head as far as the collar would allow. "No one knows, but she looks like you; she has your eyes. We have had to keep her hidden on my Father's estate. If anyone saw her they would kill her as an abomination." A shudder shook her body. "My Father believes in all races.