She released me from the wall and told me to take off my shoes and panties but keep the stockings and garter belt on and lie back on the bed. She then...quickly slipped her dress over her head exposing her long legs, black stockings, garter belt and tiny lace thong. The tiny lace thong was then quickly removed and flung to the ground. Stepping out of her heels she moved around the bed pivoting on one knee then swivelled around so we were facing in opposite directions. She then moved over on top. I decided the best way to start would be figure out how to get a hold of her. I decided on a long shot. I sent an email to her "contact me" page on her website. I've dabbled with mind control in the past, I attached a file which had a dull tone. A tone that would make a person more susceptible to following orders. I also implanted some subliminal messages. I assume Emma wouldn't read her own fanmail. That would take way too long. So whoever read it would be compelled to show her and have her. The smile creeping at the corner of his lips is different from the one I became familiar with yesterday. ‘I’m pretty sure we have winter because of the tilt of the earth’s axis,’ he says. ‘But I kinda like that version better.’ I share his smile, holding his gaze for only a moment before we’ve made it to the studio floor. I shrug off my jacket within seconds of entering the door and hear a suppressed moan. Success! ‘Shall we get started?’ I ask. When I face him I notice him eyeing me and try. He was hitting the back of my throat but somehow my gag reflex didn’t kick in. It was, without a doubt, the best blow job I had ever been part of (and my wife has give me some toe curling blow jobs!)And then it happened. He stopped humping and I felt his knot grow even bigger. His cock swelled even more, and I was about to pull him out of my mouth when he started to shoot stream after stream of hot cum down my throat. I wish I could say I took it all, but that would be a terrible lie. I just.