Pam then removed my socks before returning to my underwear. My cock was rock hard in my briefs and Pam ran her hand over the outline of my cock in my ...nderwear. She looked up at me and smiled. Then she hooked her fingers in the waistband of my briefs and slowly pulled them over my pubes. Pam made sure that my cock got caught in the waistband as she seemed to like seeing it spring out. Pam pulled my underwear as far down as she could without freeing my cock. The she finally pulled the briefs. I couldn’t believe that my stories were somehow charmed in the way that made these women feel somewhat hypnotized. Only, I wondered how they remembered what happened to them. Maybe, it was a spell that wore off after a few hours allowing them to recall the nastiness their boyfriends did to them. ‘Now, as revenge, we want you to write us a story,’ said Kathy. ‘Sure, I’d be happy to do that and as my apology to all of you, for what your boyfriends did to you, they’ll be no charge for the story.. In the heat of sex we had realised our ultimate naughty fantasy. The next few weeks was like a blur. The preparation for the wedding was fairly smooth and stress free. I became wet every time I thought about this plan. I had worked out how we could pull this off but still thought it would remain a fantasy as a million things could have gone wrong. I'm sitting at the bridal table after a beautiful outdoor wedding ceremony. Everything was going beautifully. The entree had finished when the best. ”Biting my lip I rapidly agreed one-handed, spelling mistakes be damned. She guided me, my hand an extension of her will. Nipples hardening with each syllable and stroke of my, no, her fingers upon my quickly engorged clit and lips. The bitch in me crying to submit fully to this predator of fleshy delights. Breath catching, quick gazes at the clock counting down at real-life deadline. Focus girl!Her continued description of how my body was reacting a prophesy of fate I could not avoid. Her very.