"Wieder sprach er seltsame Worte und ich verlor ganz kurz das Bewusstsein.Als ich aus einem kurzen, tranceartigen Zustand zu mir kam, war ich in einel...gantes Kost?m gekleidet. Es hatte einen knielangen, knallengenBleistiftrock. Meine schwarzbestrumpften Beine endeten in hohenStilettopumps. Mein Gesicht war perfekt geschminkt. Rouge betonte meineWangen und knallroter Lippenstift gab mir einen unwiderstehlichen MundDer Mistkerl hatte mich in das Idealbild einer eleganten Dame der F?nfzigerJahre. Yes, before you ask, I did get lost, twice actually, but Maureen was always able to transfer us back to where we had started. She has had a lot more practice transferring than I have or probably ever will have. After a few evenings of practice, I was getting much better.Late on Monday afternoon, Mr. Paramus had a very private meeting with the Agent in Charge of the Boston office and with the Deputy Director of the FBI in charge of the Paranormal Division, a Mr. Stone, by phone.“It didn’t work!”. My skilled tongue easily parts her folds, and my tongue enters her, licking her out as she cums into my mouth over and over, writhing on the floor, moaning and screaming, " Able in my ecstasy-addled state to scream only one word: yes.My tongue bends upwards, like a hunter who knows their mark, and I ignite the hot embers inside her that makes her explode. She screams, wordlessly, and bucks her hips up into my face as her juicies flows freely, filling my mouth in endless waves. I pull back and. I went in to our room to wake her.I could smell their sex as soon as I opened the door. He had left after having his way with her that night. I woke her and told her how good it smelled in there. She agreed. We all got in the car and drove to the school. We talked about my night at work and other menial things on the way. I brought our k** into the school while she waited in the car, as she hadn't showered yet. When I got back in the car she told me she hadn't showered because she wanted me to.