She unknowingly spread her legs and his hand moved higher, caressing her soft mound of desire, his fingers slipping between her already wet folds. She...moaned softly and he moved his fingers to caress her clit, which made her moan louder. He was watching her face the whole time and he loved the way her expression changed so much in such a short time. He probed her deeper and within moments, she was panting and her body was tensing with her orgasm as she slowly opened her eyes to see him. She. When our Mistresses cum, we had to use our Blond hair to clean off the cum stains between their legs but never mind the cum stains on our own Blond hair or on our Nordic jaws.As I continued lapping at Mistress ... Nita's cunt, I was deep into my thoughts.Hitler was wrong. The Blond German men are not superior. The Brunette Persian women are superior. They own us, I told myself.One night I remember when my brother Patrick was made to lie down on the living room floor, while opening his mouth so. Sloane felt the ring grow warm on his finger as it altered the actress to do his bidding. Winona felt a strangle prickling sensation in her head and she was getting horny. For some reason, the idea of her stripping for Sloane was making her hot. Her mind was still free but her body wasn't her own.Sloane went and turned on the stereo. He found a station that played heavy metal music and he cranked up the sound. "Don't bother screaming for help." he said. "This room is sound proof and the. And now the bastard who headed it, Roger Prong, would be interviewed by Pussycat—and probably would get to ball all the gorgeous Pussiettes in the local Pussycat Club. The midget fumed. Orgasm Research moved from the middle of his shit list to the top, replacing his arch enemy Bell Telephone.The thought of Dr. Prong remained with him all night, as he ground out his nihilist vacation memo on the office Xerox. He was still fuming when he returned to his pantry-size room at the YMCA and slipped.