Fuck yeahhhhhhhh!!!” She voices her last coherent thought, as the line between perception and imagination blurs in the eye of her mind. ‘Is this r...al, or is it just a dream? What is that fragrance?’ Her rational mind is still fighting a losing battle for control of logic. She can almost swear she feels someone else sucking her tits, and caressing her body intimately….perhaps more intimately than Eddie is capable of… or maybe it’s just her misgivings about men generally taking form in her moment. As I kneeled, you removed your satin panties before you sat down into the chair. You dropped them on the floor beside me and I noticed a slight damp spot in the crotch. You spread your beautifully dark tanned thighs and I could tell of your excitement by the smell of your arousal. You brought the brush to your pubic hairs and slowly started to stroke the tender blonde hair. You know that I adore when you sometimes ‘forget’ to shave for a period of time, and then I am allowed to either watch you. It must have been thebreath spray. This was not heading in a good direction, or so I thought.My first thought was the wig. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulledhard. "Ouch!" It must have been glued on too tight. When I grabbed anipple of my fake tits, I jumped at the sensation. Not only were they notcoming off my chest, but they really seemed to be my tits now. Iconfirmed my fears when I reached under my dress and shivered as Idragged a nail across my now very sensitive clit. Where had my. “Owww!” I rubbed. “Mmm,” she purred. “You gonna behave from now on?” “Yes sir,” she said in a breathless almost girlish lilt. I arched myself forward and craned my neck to see her face and found myself hardening at the submissive, docile expression on her face, the willingness to please, the eagerness to serve. At this very moment in time I felt like a god. I could do anything I wanted, and she would gladly let me. “Claire?” Her voice was barely audible, so thick with blissful, euphoric.