.. and take your pants off.”'He's really going to do it!' I slowly undid my pants and pulled them off, leaving me lying there with just a t-shirt an... boxers on. He climbed in between my legs and ran his hands along the insides of my legs and over my rapidly growing cock. Eventually one of his hands slid underneath my boxers and grasped my cock. I let out a little gasp and he simply smiled as he began to stroke me up and down. God it felt amazing. I focused completely on his strokes, when he let. And most days, that thought was enough to keep me from railingagainst fate, from pushing my luck, from pressing any advantage I thought Ihad. A day or two without water...it was hateful, hard to bear, a constant andunavoidable misery. I hated that...hated that more than the thought of justabout anything else. Just about anything else. Days continued to slip by. By then, the water was almost always there for me ondays I exercised. I had stopped fighting that control, you see. Even though mybody. "Do you like my pure white snow pussy?" Monsoon asked everyone that passed by. Then the two women would giggle and resume groping each other. They had both decided to leave their respective teams and join up with each other to become the D-Cup Duo. Worry Girl was already designing their topless costumes.The Ovulator and Detesticulator both were mourning their lost months under Dyke's control and grieving over the crimes they had committed, but then became distracted with the glob, which made. When I am convinced I can’t stand it anymore, I feel the soft wetness of Hunter's tongue sliding slowly up my dripping wet slit. I gasp, loosening my grip on the sheets and grinding my cunt into Hunter's face. His tongue probes inside of me quickly, then retracts and slides along my slit again. My engorged clit throbs as he swirls his tongue around it. I press into his face again and Hunter begins sucking on my hard little nub. My heart speeds even faster as my hips dance with his face. Hunter.