Vivid dreams tormented her. She sighed and moaned without waking. She dreamed of the strange place she had visited that day buried deep in the French ...uarter; the small shop filled from floor to ceiling with charms and potions and voodoo dolls; the small shop with its smell of tallow candles, incense and tobacco smoke; the small shop so hot that it was a relief to step back into the burning street outside and breath amid the crowds of tourists passing by on all sides. She dreamed of the little. I crossed my legs in a way that my skirt would come up very high and I thought that he’d be able to see a little bit of my ass. And once again I could see his cock getting just a little bit harder. He must of thought that I didn’t mean to turn him on, because then he said that he didn’t want to make me stay up entertaining him and that he probably should be going. I reassured him that I was having a good time with him, and that I would appreciate the company because I’d be up late anyway. I. The second was pure undiluted lust at the thought of the Queen watching what she did, and confirmation that she had deliberately been seduced this afternoon."Well, I am waiting."Rachael looked into Gwen's eyes. Saw the passion building again."You taste ... different. You are sweeter, but not ... as wet ... as juicy. When Megan climaxes she soaks herself, me, and the bedcovers."A thoughtful look crossed Gwen's face. "How did Meric's dick feel in your ass? Or Megan's little metal toy?" she. .When Judy first described the glory hole, at least her idea of it, I was repelled and disgusted. I knew myself well enough by now to know that that feeling often led to cool expereinces, if I didn't get all sissy and run away from it."You want us to go into this bathroom at "Ranger Books" everybody knows where that place is, go in the toilet, kneel on the filthy floor, get our pants down and wait for guys who we never even see to to put their dicks through a hole in the wall, and suck them off.