“Oooohhhhh yeah babe, sooo good,”Then you stand, unzip my dress and turned me to face you. “You like sniffing my cunt?” I ask you.“I love sn...ffing your cunt. I love the smell of you. You smell so good. It makes me so fucking hard,” you answer between sticking your tongue down my throat and sucking on my tits through my dress…”I reach down between your legs to the large bulge straining against the material of your pants. I stroke it, slowly running my fingers over it, feel it grow bigger as I. " Thank you sir. We appreciate your professionalism. I want everyone to understand that what you will see will resemble a hypnotic trance but it is not that but the symptoms of a psychotic break with reality."He began to lash her again and again with the electric whip. Breasts, then shoulders, then thighs then calves, then one right across her lower belly just above her pubic hair. The audience saw the muscles of her abdomen spasm and this time Sally disgraced herself. Jason quickly stepped out. "Knock off the comedy, Dick," Malone said, seriously. "I hear Jenny sent you a case involving some Italian mobsters from Chicago." Maybe. What's it to you?" Those Chicago mobs are mixed up in a lota stuff, Harry. Stuff like, prostitution, loan sharking, drugs and porn. I'm here to tell you to back off." Boney, every case I get, you say to back off," Harry said, trying to act tough. "Now, I admit, Jenny has sent me some pretty phony cases, but this one is big." Look, Dick. Jenny tells me you are. Since this entire ‘game’ was her idea, she got to be the Puppet Master. For the rest of this scam, Lynn could instantly compel us to perform any erotic whim she had. We were about to become her personal, romantic robots. As if sitting naked in a circle with my sister and all my childhood friends wasn’t erotic enough, knowing we were all about to be Lynn’s private players in her real-time fantasy had my pulse pounding like a kettledrum. Lynn lost the first hand. ‘I drew I-23’ she announced..