She locked her ankles behind my neck to give me thebest access to her tight twat. This was pure animal fucking. It didn'tmatter what gender either of ...s started as, it didn't matter who worewomen's clothes, and right now in this bed I was fucking my womanbecause of pure lust and need. And she was taking every bit I couldgive with the same lust and need. She moaned louder and longer andbetween gasps urged me on. When I knew I was ready to explode I leanedinto her with all my weight and buried as. "A glamor?" I asked hesitantly. My mind sprung to life with images ofbangles and pretty, glamorous dressed. I didn't exactly disapprove of theimages, though I didn't see how it was going to help."You know, an illusion," she said, beginning to mutter again. It wasstrange, but I could have sworn I heard a different tone, a different rhythmto her mutterings this time around. "Everyone else will see me a certainway, but it won't actually change how I look. It's a loophole."I watched as she cast. ” she said. “At first, I tried to not obey the order, but then it hurt a bit, like a headache, and now it feels so wonderful to be following the order. Like, the more wrong it is, the better it feels to obey.” “Then you’re going to love this.” he smiled even wider after she was completely disrobed. “Go outside and walk slowly around the house. Don’t run, and don’t try to hide from any cars driving by, either.” “Ohh, oh… she moaned, but then she went to the door and slipped outside. He went. Plus, I’m sure what was left of my brain that was centered on telescopic cross-hairs didn’t contain that information. Let’s say, my frontal lobe left me in the lurch.The part of my brain that did remain doesn’t contain any of that information. What did, is perhaps part of the litter that exploded from the damage the hollow point round did to my head. I never knew what hit me. Nor did I know why I was a target of the contract killer hired to eliminate me.I do have a secret to tell you though..