At nine I was worried. I wasshowered, shaved, ready to get dressed to go out. Half an hour laterthe phone rang."Jess? Where are you? What's up?" Oh, D...an," she was barely speaking above a whisper, "we're introuble." Trouble? What's up? What trouble?" It's Joe, he's found out."I waiting for more, but she seemed to expect me to know something fromthat. "Joe, your boss is Joe? I thought it was Stephen." Dean! Don't be funny. Joe. My husband. Joe." Your husband? Honey, are you still playing the. Mark, stick your fingers up myarse and come for me." |Once again I obeyed unthinkingly and slipped myhand under his huge hard on and pushed at first two then three fingers intohis moist arse. His tongue was dancing on my prick, drawing his belovedspunk swiftly up the shaft and out in a torrent, for me at least, into hismouth.There was not a chance of him letting one sperm escape his lips, and evenas my prick withered he was still massaging it and murmuring tohimself. "Cock, cock of dreams."I. ”“Like what? The ability to get kicked in the balls?”“Your body now emits pheromones that make you irresistible to the vast majority of men. Only those with the strongest wills will be able to withstand it. When you touch them, flesh on flesh, the effect intensifies, arousing any submissive inclinations they may have. And if they are exposed to your cum... let's just say, you won't be the only thirsty one.”A bright red stop sign lit up in Jessica's mind and her anger ground to a halt.'Wait a. And I was one of the clowns! Atrina had insisted I wear some sort of dress uniform that she had come up with. I felt like a character out of a Walt Disney cartoon the way I was dressed to the nines. She swore that I looked elegant in my outfit, but I just felt gaudy. Oh, well, she knew a hell of a lot more than I did about the local fashion scene.I think that it was the red cape along with the golden cover for my skullcap helmet that made me the most self conscious. I was going to have to ditch.