My pulse quickened at the heat in her voice, and in her gaze. “It’s hard not to,” I replied. Did she have any memory of what we did back at Seve...th Heaven? Testing my abilities, I imagined Tifa nude. Sure enough, a moment later her clothes vanished, leaving her naked on the bed. With a cry, she sat up hurriedly, looking down at herself.“What the fuck?” She exclaimed, looking at me with wide eyes. I noticed she made no attempt to cover herself, though. My cock surged to life in my pants as she. As my erection started togrow she started to stroke that as well. As she caressed me I felt thatsurge of blood, I wanted to shoot my load everywhere and just when I wason the brink she stopped"No not now please carry on" but she didn't "I will in a moment if youare a good girl"."Basically what Mary wants is that you agree to wear what she says,address her as mistress and be instructed on how you will live your life.If I put that in writing would you agree to it and sign a document tothat. I don’t understand.’ These women were jaded. Hurt. Angry. Never again, they said. It’s over, James told himself through clenched teeth. I’m finished playing the ‘good guy.’ I don’t want another man’s sloppy seconds. I don’t want the sad, empty, hollow woman who gave her very best to a man who never deserved it. If this is how the game is played, then let’s begin. Blow the whistle. I’m ready. James was a cauldron of fury, determined to get a piece of the sexually adventurous pie. Determined. One handed I managed to strip off my clothes while at the same time driving her to another orgasm, by now my prick was throbbing with the need to feel a pussy around it, nevertheless I intended licking her out before fucking her and with this in mind I pulled her to the floor. She cried out something as I moved my hand from her pussy and moved my mouth to take it's place, my head swimming with booze and desire I licked her slit then pushed my tongue into her hole to lap at her juices. Crying.