So I sat at the top of thesteps waiting for my sister. I stared down at my hand where the blastedring should have been.Where had it gone? Karena said ...arlier that it had absorbed into myfinger when she tried to remove it. What if the ring was gone for good?What would I do then? However, if I were to cut off my finger it mightchange me back. No that might not work and I'll probably still be stuckas a girl only with nine fingers. Was my only way out of this, death?My mind was racing and I was so. He sat at the edge of the bed, I got down on my knees. Honestly I was cock hungry and I was willing to have it anywhere. He fondled with his pants and zipper and finally pulled his huge swiper out.I opened my mouth and slowly cupped the head of his cock with my mouth and then slid the most I could into my mouth .I could feel it rubbing against both of my tonsils. I started to suck harder and harder, yet slow and satisfying. My head slowly went up and down as I found his balls and began to. I’m Hayden Carrington calling from London.’ Oh no, not one of the asshole Carrington’s, Kitty sighed, intrigued that this guy’s accent appeared neither to be English or American. Was it mid-Atlantic? ‘Hello Mr Carrington. I call myself Kitty Carlisle but if this is a friendly call you may call me Kitty.’ ‘Please call me Hayden. I was astonished to find you, a Carlisle-Bowden, originated the purchase proposal and suggested perpetuating the family name by calling our remaining land Carrington. I became very adept with my tongue and my fingers. She would become very wet, very quickly. I loved the taste of her pussy. When she would start to cum, she would bite on a towel to muffle her screams of pleasure. If she didn’t, I am sure someone would think a murder was happening.I loved most days at the club. Most men were respectful. A few were violent and fucked me with anger. Some wanted to degrade me. Thankfully they were few and far between. I learned a lot and had many great sexual.