A small door with a hand painted sign declared that the store's name was "Spells Are Us". Even though he suspected that there would be no "Trixi" doll... in such an unusual shop, he found himself drawn to the shop and entered the doorway. A small bell announced his arrival. The store appeared larger on the inside than it had looked from the outside. Although the shelves were cluttered with all sorts of second hand junk, George's eyes zeroed in on a "Trixi" doll sitting on the end of the counter.. I considered leaving before midnight, but decided to stay until the champagne toast. As the band got the crowd ready for the countdown, I saw Lisa walking toward me, holding hands with an incredibly beautiful petite brunette. Her hair was shoulder length and pulled away from her face. She was wearing an extremely short and revealing red dress. Her high heels were red and white striped. In my quick perusal, I guessed she had near-perfect 34B breasts. Lisa brought her straight to me, introduced. Within seconds, she was bobbing up and down on my cock, her tonsils tickling and teasing against my cum hole. She had started to suck on me as she let my shaft slide out from her depths, then increased that suction as she reclaimed my manhood. I leaned against the galley counter as those wicked sensations she was imparting dominated every other sense I had.It wasn’t long before I could feel my balls begin to lift as they prepared to dispense that gooey liquid dessert that Brandy craved. As my. "Oh, thank you, Master A", she cried out with uninhibited passion!Slowly, the next one, right side, then top left, top right, bottom left, bottom right. With each release, she cried out. She was delirious with passion. From the glazed look in her eyes, I could tell that she was in subspace. Totally lost! Time had no meaning! She was mine, all mine.I removed the pin from the bottom of her pussy, but purposely left the one that was positioned close to her clit. I loved the pink flattened.