It was fun enough just to give it to her boobs good and hard and she really seemed to appreciate my efforts.We had been room-mates for almost six mont...s and now that I thought about it, she hadn't had a single boy in her bed the entire time. I on the other hand had an entire procession of cocks switching them out every other week. It was really unusual because she had a killer body and her face probably caused a lot of guys to fanaticize about her on her knees taking care of business.The more I. It had stormed on and off allnight, but Jessica had slept like the dead. Her dreams had overwhelmedher with wanton Femdom lust.'What the hell!?'She felt moisture on her breasts and her hands flew to them. Sure enough,her fingers were coated in milky discharge as she felt her areolas. Hernipples were lactating copiously.'Ugh... why?!?'She wiped her fingers on the bedding. It was so dark in her room thatJessica couldn't decipher the long, black habit lying atop her officechair. She had discarded. I wrestle my characters to the ground.It's a hobby, thank god. If I did this for a living, I'd go nuts. Sometimes I think I'm already half way there.For a living, I work mostly with people who consistently disappoint me. Cindy. Mark. Barbara. They're always letting me down. But I'll tell you more about that later. First, I wanted to tell you about my stories, and the way I have to arm-wrestle with my characters over every little thing.It's my own damned fault, of course. In a way, it's a little. She clicked it and her email popped up, a new message line was marked bold. Sam had no idea who the sender was, she didn’t recognize the username, but the subject caught her eye, “It’s your best friend, I need your help,” Sam found it strange... She moved the mouse and opened the email. The screen showed four pictures, it was her, it was Sam, no one could mistake it, somehow, she was looking at pictures of her recent masturbation attempt holding her monster cock and smiling. A text below the.