Her tongue must be doing somersaults or something, the things going on in my ass right now are unreal. A hand snakes around, presumably to administer ... simultaneous handjob, but I slap it away, and then, reluctantly, palm her forehead behind me and throw her off. I turn around to the sight of my angel sitting back and merrily licking brown off her lips.'You keep your fucking hands off my dick unless you have permission!' I bark, scowling.It's like flipping a switch. Click, and she's bent. I want you to do it. Please I have already said it wouldn't be a problem that you will think it's great. She is right I will love it, but I can't let her know that. I want her make sure she thinks I'm uncomfortable with it. I reluctantly say okay I'll do it, but I don't want to see any of the women before it happens. I don't think I can look into their faces if I know soon they will be fucking my ass.Well it's Thursday and I've been wearing my butt plug everyday all day to keep my asshole. I received those panties in the post this morning and I felt compelled to put them on, thats why I was wearing them when we met. Similary when you put your stockings on me I felt compelled to wear them and not take them off straight away. Then when I get home I get a bra heels and a wig through the post and here I am sitting with it all on. have you ever heard of something like that happening?" Well I have heard of some mystic spells that can be put on objects that force the person to behave. John ended up running the show at Lefleur after we all bought it. He was a dream to work for. He handled setup and service. We became good friends.Gabriel - Eleven, junior high at St. Peter’s. Also, very personable and smart. He ended up running sales at Lefleur. I spent half my time reporting to him and the other half reporting to John, but it really wasn’t confusing. Also, a good friend. He went to college at Siena for business.Rafael - Ten, elementary at St. Peter’s. Extremely volatile..