I try & try, to bring the culture to men in my area. I thought I could fly but the result was only mass hysteria. Nevertheless in my years, of limbo &...despair, I was in need of healing. My mind, body & feeling was in desperate need of repair. So where were my men before then, I did not care. An enchantress now I was, a personal quest in magick. Here my men lay now beside me. With a stroke of my prick, they want my dick. But it will be if only for a small fee. Those phallics inside me I say wow.. So today our suhag rat.She gave me a deep kiss and started to byte me. She placed her teeth on my skinless dick’s head. She started to play with my balls. In anticipation I also started to byte her breast, hip leg arm all over her body all these were love byte. I placed her leg on my shoulder and started to lick with my tongue. Insert the tongue as much as possible. I pushed my tong to her clit and give a small byte to her clit she moaned and spleshed her love juice in my face. Then I asked her. That’s an order.”“Yes, sir.” They were back in five.“Everything?”“Yes, sir.”He cited his French brother:“Louie?”The Frenchman’s eyes were glistening with tears, though none had crested and fallen.“I am returning to France, Colonel, qui?”“Qui, Louie, we’re all going home. It is time.”“Uh, Mr. Hogan, uh, sir?”Sgt. Andrew Carter, demolition man for the group, his comedic moxie rising to the specter of freedom.“Carter?”“Should I destroy the tunnel and apply the seal, sir? Blow it up!”They’d made. Underneath she wore a full length slip, plain bra and panties and black panty hose. She put her blonde hair up, and lightly applied makeup. She finished the outfit with black ballerina flats.She couldn't wear the bustier out of the house. Mike was sure to hug her when she left, and he'd feel the bustier's ribbing. Then she'd have to explain why she was wearing the sexy lingerie he had gotten her for Valentine's day. Searching in her closet, she found a Nordstom's shopping bag. First she threw.