She always wasthe door mat, and the me of now, would hate that type of person. I thankyou." Cathy put extra emphasis on the last sentence giving her p...ece."You however Samantha," the device changed its attention to Samantha,"you are one special person. There are many people who could tell changeswere happening, but you by far are the strongest. If I hadn'tconcentrated specifically on you on the bus after fixing Cathy you wouldhave remembered the whole ordeal. All I could do was put a time seal. She released her ample breasts from the bra, and I let out a breath and said "so beautiful…” I could tell she was feeling humiliated and pissed off (my objectives, of course), but that encouragement helped a little. When she hesitated again, I casually flicked my hand to indicate she needed to also take her panties off. At that point, her look became more submissive, and still standing, she peeled them slowly off, one leg at a time.As she lifted her panties off of her foot and threw them into. I don’t even have to feel.But I can’t help it. I slip my hand down under my panties and I linger on my clit for a second, not wanting to pass it up. I reluctantly slide my fingers down past my lips and into my little hole, and it’s so slippery that I slide my finger in an inch. He had to have noticed that, he knows I am dying inside. My slit feels like it is twice its size. It feels hot and juicy and my hands are shaking and I can’t move my hand or I will moan. My finger is still an inch deep. You kiss again, with less urgency this time, but rather soft, sensual yet still exploratory kisses. You grab her ass while she takes hold of your hard cock and slaps it against her mound. She slides it across her slit, not allowing it to enter her cunt, rather, teasing herself and using it to rub against her clit. ‘Join me in the shower?’ she asks as she suggestively raises her eyebrows. ‘Absolutely,’ you say as you grab ahold of her tight, sexy ass and carry her over to the bathroom. The water.