Then he went in."The kid was a wonder," Gabe said, standing beside the artist as he finished a few more lines on the face."Yeah, he was real specific ...bout every feature. I think we got a budding cop on our hands," Jean Peters, the artist said. "He was actually easier to work with than some of the adults I've had to deal with. He blew on the sketch to rid it of some eraser marks than lifted the paper. "Ta da! Gabe, meet your Red Ribbon Rapist."Gabe chuckled, taking the paper and staring at the. I panted then I noticed Ginny coming up wearing a thick, pink strap-on made of a rubbery gel. It thrust from her petite frame, her fiery hair spilling about her face.”“That's right,” she purred, “I'm fucking you. You were a bad, bad futa, weren't you?”“Yeah,” I panted. “I'm sorry for what I did. I just... I thought every girl wanted my cock. I thought I was special.” I was shocked by the words. They rose out of something deep inside of me, this dark place I didn't like to focus on. It brimmed. I had captured Ealaín’s strength and beauty in hard marble. She stood naked and proud before me. I captured that intense drive of hers combined with that natural grace she possessed. I looked her up and down, from the round fullness of her breasts topped by her puckered nipples to the smooth shaft of her girl-dick thrusting from her crotch.She was just perfect.“Ealaín,” I whispered. I trembled. I swallowed, taking a few steps forward. Emotion surged through me. It bubbled up through me,. I sit on the love seat. You pull up one of the small shoe store stools and again sits at my feet. Once again I place my foot on his crotch and he proceeds to massage my calves…rubbing my silky hose and moving up my leg. With my toes I squeeze and pinch his swollen penis and feel it throb with excitement. My legs are spread open, my skirt has risen way up my thighs, exposing the tops of my hose, my garters and my pantied crotch. Losing myself in the moment, I slowly mouth ‘Show me how hard you.