The Suit. She wore it every day, for an extended period of time. If someone could get some kind of backdoor program into her crime-fighting outfit, it...would be the perfect tool to brainwash her. ‘Brainwash.’ Another wave of pleasure rolled over her at the mere thought of the word.Whoever was doing this was extremely devious—they’d programmed in a lust for the idea of being programmed itself. But she wasn’t too far gone, not yet. If she could avoid wearing The Suit, the programming would. He looks less cute and more grownup than six years ago. His hair is tousled and he has a fine layer of stubble on his more chiseled chin. His body looks toned with a slight tan and he looks handsome in the dangerous kind of way. It is almost impossible not to drool. My clothes soon finish and as I go to leave, Dylan stands closely to me and gently strokes my arm. "I've missed you. I tried to get in touch but you didn't want to know…" My heart is beating at an ever quickening pace at his. He brought his other hand up to hold my chin, to keep me watching the image reflected in the glass. “Watch Lucy, watch me while I fuck you!” I was having trouble keeping my balance, and my legs gave out. Then he slapped my ass again, and left me to get a chair. More Richard, please, faster!” “All in good time Lou. He let you sit down?” “No, for me to lean on, but I had to keep watching. Please, I can feel...” Lucy yelped as Richards hand also came down firmly on her ass. “Come on baby,. Jem always found it a turn-on to see his wife in her khaki uniform. She sometimes wore her shorts half a size too small just to show off the deep tan on her toned legs, perfectly offset by her utility socks and outback boots. She grabbed her travel mug with one hand, which Jem had filled with a double hit of her favourite java and went up on tippy-toes to kiss him goodbye, the other hand sneaking up to scratch the fiery red fuzz on his muscled chest. As Jem pulled her to him, she felt his cock.