None of those he’s supposedly cured have suffered a relapse—despite not taking any of the recognized psychiatric medications recommended by traine... psychiatrists.Having taken up residence in Seattle for a little over a month, he’s been seen frequenting many local locales, though he’s always jealously guarded his privacy. He’s long denied the claims of his healing abilities until stating an emergency court-ordered brain surgery resulted in his inability to see the creatures he supposedly. Bull quickly pulls her shorts off and sees that Paige isn't wearing panties. He gulps in a breath, his shaft twitching at the scene. Her pussy already wet and glistening, he can't help but to take his fingers and rub on her clit. Paige grabs his hand and looks at him, lust in her eyes. "Please fuck me, no more foreplay. Fuck me hard."He smiles at her; nods and unbuttons his pants, pulling them down his legs. Stroking his length as Paige watches biting her lips, he hovers over Paige, the tip of. She hadfound his secret stash of magazines and read them all over the last fewmonths while he had been so busy with work. The things she had read therehad both surprised and excited her. She wanted to try these things that shewas reading about and she thought that perhaps the man she loved so dearlywanted that too. Her heart had flip-flopped at the look he had given thepaddle she was holding. When she had seen that look, she knew that herhunch had been right and he wanted a Mistress. She. This was so much easier than either of them had anticipated. The friction felt fantastic, and she had taken almost all of him already. Slowly moving back and forth he saw his cock enter her further every thrust. A sudden last thrust caught her by surprise. She squealed. In pain. In pleasure. She grabbed his leg, the sheets on the bed, as his cock now dominated her focus, every last centimetre buried inside her round ass. “Do you want to get fucked?” he groaned. She did. She begged him for it..