The sensation became more and more intense and just as I was reaching the climax, he drove deep between my thighs and stopped; leaving me writhing hel...lessly around his motionless cock. I was teetering on the very edge of an orgasm, and so turned on I could barely breathe, let along speak, but managed to whisper, “Oh god, don’t stop now. I’m so close;” as I struggled in vain to get that last little bit of stimulation I needed to put me over the edge.Ignoring my plea, he pulled out of me and. His hand found its way between my thighs and he looked up at me through his black hair with a wicked smile. “Rebecca, you are so wet.” he said using two fingers to rub my clit. I squirmed uncomfortably. I had no idea what he meant by the but when he brought his fingers up to inspect I saw they were moist with a glistening white liquid. I felt a warm tear slide down my cheek and past me ear and hated myself for my weakness and stupidity. He sat up his weight cutting the circulation from my legs.. There was a large main hall with two smaller wings, the gardens that surrounded it full of flowers and shrubs. Isabelle liked to take walks through the grounds, admiring the blossoming trees and plants. It was a far cry from the windswept peaks and the dank caverns of her previous abodes.Purchasing a manor had been a surprisingly simple affair. Finding a Lord who was in financial trouble had been trivial, the man had been all too happy to abandon his obligations in exchange for a large sum of. He'd lost all hope that we could ever be together and it changed everything." What happened?" It was September 2001, the permanence of my Bimbification had been official for about three months and I noticed the nature of my daily tests changing." Changing?" Up until then the sexual testing I had undergone had been purely scientific. Guys would come in, we would fuck in the manner decided for that session and my brain and body reactions would be recorded?" Having sex with a group of men doesn't.
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