He snapped it open, removed the container and lay the contents on some grass. She came to him, knelt and examined his cock in the lantern light. Touch...ng it. Grabbing it. Kissing it. Licking it. The last made the most impact, making it bounce and twitch and harden further. Her other hand, not touching him, revealed a condom packet. “I was a girl scout,” she giggled.“Definitely prepared. But you’re not quite yet.”“What?”“Wait on the condom.” He lay down. “Straddle my face.”“Not so lame,” she. "I need to dress my new slutty play toy here up in some new role playing clothes," I said as I motioned to Deborah.The woman's face registered the shock of my statements but I quickly slipped into her mind and eased her worries. On top of taking care of her shock I also planted the idea in her mind that looking at Deborah would sexually excite her and also that degrading Deborah actually excited her even more.The shock was gone and now a look of lust was actually crossing the woman's face. "And. There were so many people in chat that sooner or later you would find somebody close to you. The odds might not favor it, but it could happen. Could she be someone I know from work or school? That would be a riot, but if she sounds familiar, should I talk to her? My own profile contained a picture of me, so if she recognizes me, she might back away. Is it important if anyone knows I wander chat rooms? Naw, it's a hobby nothing more. The room we were both in was a regional room, not a sex room,. The decision has been made.Someone else, who has temporarily taken possession of my body and mind, has made it. I am possessed, or maybe it is just that my inner desires have overridden my senses. Numbly, I retrieve my coat and purse and, with one last look at the clock blinking on the desk, I exit the office into the driving rain of the parking lot.Initially, I think I have procrastinated too long and a feeling of relief courses thought my body immediately followed by a deep feeling of.