Her hips rise to meet my mouth. I pull away, taking the vibe with me and look at her, so lovely lying back against the table, her legs spread. Her mou...h in that adorable heart shaped pout. She wants more…she needs more. Smiling, I take the vibe and bring it to my lips and clean her juices from it, my eyes never leaving hers. She nods her head, smiling. I slide the dildo in and out of my mouth, as if it were Master’s cock while Chloe fingers herself. With my mouth wet with her juices, I lean. He looked at his watch. Was it possible he had really been unconscious all that time? A loud groan escaped as he struggled up into a seated position. The jagged pain seemed to reverberate around his head. His attempts to stand resulted in another shot of pain to his befuddled brain. He dropped back down to his knees and vomited all over the carpet. It took a good few minutes before he began to regain control and was able to stand. He made his way to the bathroom. The cold water revived his. The scene showed several treescoated in ice and a landscape that sparkled with white snow. Tom didn'tsee any of it. Instead he was thinking, as he did more and more often oflate, about that day back in December. It was a day that had changed hislife, a day when he'd learned that magic exists, and a day when he'ddiscovered what if felt like to be a woman, even if it had only been for avery short time. Anna was 23 years old and pretty in that 'girl-next-door' way; she had also been Tom's. She saw the guy. The last one of her attackers she could remember before passing out. As he shoved himself into her she began kicking at him with her right leg. Her left was pinned under one of the faceless men, as were her arms. Rather than pull out and hit her as the others had he merely grabbed hold of her leg in his beefy hand and raised it up, pushing it toward her head. Pushing and pushing until she thought her leg would snap. She remembered screaming. That’s when he chose to slap her,.