Flashes of last night played like rays of sunshine through my clouded mind. It started with drinks, reliving time gone by. The magic of the music and...alcohol weaved their spell around the evening, and we ended up naked, sweaty, panting and intertwined. The memories were falling into place though, distorted by a haze of alcohol. My hands began an unconscious exploration to parallel my mental wanderings, and eventually my need brought me out of my memories and into the moment. You look content. ” I nodded and she continued. “The powers you probably don’t know about are these. First, you have a manipulative voice,” I frowned, “Its a passive ability,” she explained, “Any none mythical being that you talk to will be inclined to do what you ask them,” I was still frowning. “That girl, earlier, she wouldn’t have let you shag her so easily if you hadn’t had such a manipulative voice, as it was, you did and so she did what you told her.”“Oh,” I said, the frown fading, “But what if I want to. I felt her stroke up and down my legs, before spreading my cheeks and squirting lube onto by anus. As she did so she slowly massaged my anus with a finger, before slipping it in gently. At first my anus resisted, but there was enough lube that it slipped in easily enough. She started to finger me rhythmically before slipping a second finger in and upping the pace. The feeling was amazing. I started to arch my back a bit, pushing myself onto her fingers and silently begging for me. I was fully. Elle s'approcha de lui, lui aligna une, deux, trois gifles, il eutsoudain un haut-le-c?ur, et lui vomit dessus. Elle le prit alors et luifessa les fesses, dix, vingt, trente fois, de mani?re brutale et sanss'arr?ter. Ses hurlements devaient s'entendre ? l'autre bout du sentiercar Emma finit par arriver, haletante, suppliant Fran?oise de cesser.Elle se leva, enfin, et lui dit ?Demain, au salon, 9 heures pourcommencer les cours. Sois ? l'heure. Demain soir, tu nettoieras la merdeque tu as laiss?,.