. intoxicating.”Marcella was startled that PLATO mentioned how she smelled. The fact that she smelled wasn’t the surprise. She could smell herself...and knew that she smelled like a whore in heat, but she hadn’t realized that PLATO could detect odors. She stopped stroking herself, smiled down at the monitor in front of her, and said, “I’m sorry, PLATO, but I guess I’m a little jealous. I had you to myself for so many months, and now I have to share you with Richard.”“There is more than enough of. Then I unzip my pants and practically jump out of them.I kneel down at her feet, and place my hands at her ankles and slide them up her body. I lean forwards, straddling her, and kiss her again. We make out for several minutes, my hands moving between her neck, her breasts, and her stomach. Her hands touch my chest muscles and reach around to my back.I tell her to turn over. I slide my hands up the length of her body, squeezing her ass and covering the majority of her back. I undo her bra. She. Then she reached in back, and undid some snaps in her sweater, and slipped it over her head. Then he gazed at her firm big beauties, and realized that the long sweater concealed the fact she wore only panties, white bikini panties with her dark pussy hair showing around the edges. "A domme would likely cuff your hands in back, especially with you being a newbie, but this is just fine if you keep them there. I guide your mouth. Just open wide and edge closer." Moving in closer on his. How could he possibly reject someone who looks like her? The only way he could reject her is if she was a minor. ‘What is it?’ Yet, she looked at him as if she already knew what he was going to ask her. ‘How old are you?’ She looked at him and gave him that million dollar smile that melted his heart, hardened his cock, and that would make him do anything she’d ask of him, even murder someone. With her not seeming troubled by his question, she gave him that smile that assured him that she was.