I just hoped that she didn't like eating squid orsomething--the mind, well my bit of it anyway, boggled."So, she said, "what's the plan?" Well..." Bef...re you start, let me put on record that I think that I am in themiddle of a nightmare and I'll wake up one day, hopefully being rogeredby George Clooney, but until that happens, I will just have to put upwith it--but under protest. Perhaps I'm a schizoid thingie and you arejust a voice in my head. Maybe I could get some pills to make you. “It was?!” I smiled and asked seeking approval. “Oh yes”, he said. “You follow my lead well and are doing great. Let’s continue, I’ll run you through the complete process so you can taste my cum.” He put his hands on my head again and looked into my eyes. He took a big deep breath and I followed his lead, breathing in just like before. His cock went back in my throat, but then out again quickly this time. It was covered in slobber. I just kept breathing, not knowing what he would do with my. He ran his right hand up my thigh and tenderly rubbed the flesh of my pussy with his thumb. As he continued to tease me with his tongue, he slowly inserted a finger inside me and expertly began fingering my g-spot. It took all the willpower I had not to let go of those posts and rub my hardened nipples, and run my hands up and down my body. The pleasure was almost too much for me. And still, he wouldn’t let me cum. **** Our time together began turning into long conversations about us, and. Gone was the stringy, unkempt black hair. Gone was the flat-chested unappealing girl. In her place as an olive skinned, curvaceous, raven haired siren of unmistakable allure. Kari could sense the arousal of all the men who looked upon Leyla. A few had more than lust on their minds, she could tell. There was an animalistic desire, rutting and dominating, vibe in the room. Paul was having an strange effect on the other men in his proximity.“Excuse me,” she whispered to Paul. “I need to.