No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather...bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective reader opens to.A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the. Like a truckers! I stumbled a little trying to unbuckle it so she came to the rescue. In fact she undid her jeans and slid out of them for me, probably impatient with my clumsiness. Her thong didn’t match her bra. It was lacy, but white. Very pretty. Very sexy. She leaned back and cupped my face as I went back to work. Starting back at her tits, working her nipples for a while before slowly working my way down her abdomen to her deep navel. A beautiful trail of delicate hair led from her navel. No underwear!" I know he will not pay attention to my protest. "Or do you want me to take the skirt off for you?" the boss said coldly. "I... I heard the words of the master." I moved my feet to the sides of the high chair, he Shaking my head, I had to move a little further, but he grabbed my thigh with his left hand and pulled it outwards: "Give me this way!" He whispered and started eating his lunch again. This wide-open position is equipped with a short skirt, and people outside can see my. It looked dull and dirty inside. She started to feel sorry for the old man in the house. There was a tug on her arm. She almost pissed her pants to see the old gentleman standing beside her. His eyebrows touched and he was in a foul mood.He grabbed her tiny arm and pulled her inside the house and let the door slam behind them."Just what the fuck do you think your doing!" he scolded. Her eyes wide open in fright and her body quivering. She was frozen in her tracks. The old man was not a run of.