"I'm gonna turn out most of the lights, okay. I mean, okay, you dirty bitch. You don't deserve any light, whore. You fucking bitch."I couldn't tell an... difference, it already was dark to me."Now, you're my whore. You have to do my bidding, bitch. I own you. I'm gonna get up over you and you've got to suck my pussy. Or else. I'll whip your dirty butt, you bitch."The next thing I knew, the bed moved and I felt Lucy's pussy press down to my mouth."Suck me, bitch. Make me cum, whore."I began. This time harder and not forcing but teastng my tongue into her mouth.there was no resistance.i looked into her eyes and i /we knew what was about to happen.you know that feeling you get when you are a k** at christmas.opening the best present.knowing what it is but still loving that moment and pleasure.well that was me .all my christmases at once!!!i slowly unwrapped my present that night.like not wanting to damage the wrapping paper and savoring every second.i was that c***d at christmas. Eric continued to fuck her for a long time before they both reached an orgasm. When Eric pulled out, his cum ran down her leg before sufficient tissues could be reached. John quickly moved behind Clara and pounded his cock in her until he erupted. Eric dressed and said he was very anxious to join them the next evening at eight. The next evening, Eric knocked on his neighbor’s door promptly at eight. Clara opened the door to invite him in. He didn’t see anyone else, but before he could ask. Just like the week before, he had been transported from his sexual encounter with the dominant TV, Michelle. How did she get him back to his apartment in his unconscious state without anyone seeing them was a mystery he did not really want to think about. He was also not surprised when he looked at his watch and saw that it was early Monday morning again, right on time to get in front of his computer screen and the hypnotic Niteside program. On the drive to work he noticed little feelings.