My little tits jutted out as I said‘There’s nothing wrong with the way I dress!!’‘Becca you’re even making my cock hard!’ he blurted out. ...uddenly he dropped my arm and took a step back. I could see that he was telling the truth. My eyes dropped to his crotch and I could see his cock bulge through his jeans.Without thinking I reached out and brushed my fingertips across the denim.‘Becca’ he whispered breathlessly. ’What the hell do you think you are doing’In a heartbeat, with all my anger. Submission is all nice and well, but her hair was far too lovely to sacrifice just to prove that she'd literally do anything for me.Truth be told, I preferred long hair on women, like Amy's magnificent mane that nearly reach her ass while in her usuale ponytail. Anne-Marie's hair was getting longer now too, below her shoulders and she orders to keep it that way. The longer the better! This was a special situation for Kathy, and I give her a last kiss and hug, and firm instructions to procure a. Yet. She’d probably freak out. Her name is ... Kristen. My girlfriend, that is. Mom’s name is Lydia ... and Kristen keeps wanting me to try to help seduce her. You know, have a threesome with her, me, and Mom. Yeah, she shares me with girls, too! I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. Please ... can we stay with you, Your Majesty?” the pizza boy told me, “I made a point of trying for this particular delivery to this particular address, you know.”“Okay, but here’s the deal. Your mother is. Okay, I’m convinced! Convinced myself they’re limited.Sally, the test subject’s street name, may have a souped up suspension, racing running gear and refined coach work, but her newly turbo-ed engine isn’t firing on all cylinders. An ignition problem. Sally is not a self starter. Lot’s of new bells and whistles she may have, but doesn’t yet know how to use effectively.She is still a drug addict, habitual. A creature of habits. She is heading home to familiar turf. Common knowledge in which.