I could feel the juices from my pussy dripping down my legs. I wanted to finish what I had started. My visitor moved closer to the crack in the door. ... could smell a cologne that made my pussy pulse. “You told me to come see you when you moved here,” that intoxicating voice answered and I knew immediately who it was. I opened the door fully and smiled as he took in the sight of my partial nakedness. My massive dd tits standing perkily in my baggy tshirt, and my slender, toned legs. Long and. I stand in the shadows as you perform. You are an actress with a well hewn script that is so good it seems natural and fresh... and an inbred woman's sense of what we want. Centuries of refinement now embodied in you... guaranteeing future generations of the species.I see that in you, as if you are a machine or a robot or a Stepford wife, so perfect and responsive, making everyone think you like THEM. I know you're thinking about something completely foreign to them.I come behind you and smell. "Leave me alone." Nope. Not when Bradford has got to you. You need some tender loving care right now. Let me see." Sherry pressed closer and made Debbie roll over onto a bench and present her perky rear for inspection. The dark-haired girl sucked in her breath. "Damn, he beat you good! Those welts are ugly. Do they hurt very much?"Debbie shook her head, not knowing how she should answer. It seemed that to be brave about this was the right way to go. To admit that her ass smarted like someone. What I'm going to say will go right to your subconscious where it will do you the most good."Hear me well: You are better than all those clean-cut all-American bastards that lord it over you and your friends. You are strong. You are graceful, relaxed, cool under pressure and supremely confident. Every pitch you hit; every shot you take goes in. You are shockingly honest and candid, and as a result of the foregoing, you are completely, absolutely, irresistible to all girls and women."You dress.