" Mmmm. Fuck yes my little whore can suck a dick pretty good"I pull my cock out rubbing it against your lips slowly watching them change from a light ...ink to a darker pink in color. I push my cock back between your lips moving back and forth slowly at first. " stick out your tongue. I want want to watch you fucking drool as I fuck your mouth" I yell you. Saliva running from your mouth and on your shirt . I reach down ripping your shirt off as you kneel in front of me in your pink bra" mm. . three ... five ... eleven days. Eleven days since her last period. She could very well have been ripe last night.“Oh my,” she said again. She had a sudden mental image of herself standing where she was now ... except that her belly was touching the wall in her image, swollen huge with ... Bob’s baby in it.“What’s wrong?” asked Alice.Betty turned away from the wall, blushing again. “ ... Nothing,” she said. “Nothing at all. I’m starved! Let’s eat.”Three hours later Bob’s Peterbilt was parked. Miss Moorepicked up a thin cane and set about teaching the sissy to walk for her.Using the cane on the backs of thighs to illustrate a point, it took justa few minutes and at the end, the sissy had a few welts for her trouble.Chrissy was helped inside his petticoat, all net and horizontal beforebeing put in her French Maids dress. Buttoned up and smoothed out, shewas led to a mirror so should could see. Chrissy gasped and thanked themboth for how he looked, but wondered if a few accessories. In his mind, he was deep in speculation on the nature of magic with Doctor Strange and Mandrake. He waved a hand as the two newcomers entered. On the ceiling of the room, projected from behind the couch, a series of images of temple carvings swung slowly back and forth, the pale figures clinging to one another in a timeless parade of lust.Gregg gestured to the cascading images of penetration, masturbation and sexual gymnastics, "Khajuraho has nothing to compare to these, nothing," he said. He.