I stood behind her and carefully placed a hand under each one. Her breathing stopped. I took their weight in my hands and I thought she would feint as...she lent back into me. “You carry them with such poise and elegance” I whispered, “You need not say but you tend them, don't you. Work all the necessary muscle, cream them with tender applications and all worthwhile.” I stood in front of her removing my clothes, that made two of us well endowed she sighed. I pulled a chair to the middle of the. Half wanted him to take her now and the other half, wondered what he saw in her.She allowed her hands to caress his skin, always fascinated by the contrast of his skin beneath hers. She felt vulnerable as he was fully clothed and she was fully not. Yet she could feel his hardening cock beneath his jeans, she reached down and gave it a squeeze.'you sure that you are for pleasing me and not you mindless friend down here?" he gets involved only at your need".He lifted her up on the counter top and. Snorting at her stubbly snatch, licking at it – making her arch her back, throwing her hands and shoulders back as his long tongue slides over her clit... She’s looking up at the ceiling, then down at the dog’s head between her thighs ... Bending her back, then straightening up, almost spasming from the lightning bolts shooting up from her crotch. Hands in the air, surrendering to the sensation... “Ohhhh ... Myyy ... GGaaaahhhhdddd...” She squeals, her eyes closing, her head all the way back.We. And Sam was lost. Neither shenor Chrissie had any idea how many times she had come during theprogramming. But Sam was now a totally spent lesbian with images of hot,sexy women still in her head. The methadone had gotten her through thetough start of the withdrawal. And the TTSS had really done its job.Chrissie removed the helmet slowly."How do you feel?" Good," Sam whispered."What happened, Sam," Chrissie asked? "Can you tell me what happenedthis week?"Sam started to cry. "I'm a junkie,.