One by one each woman stood and had me clean their boots, each slapping my face over and over. My whole head and especially my jaw ached when I finish...d."Your mouth must be dry, toilet. Come here, open your mouth,'' and she fixed a large funnel in my mouth; its tip reaching my throat's opening, an elastic strap about my head securing it in place. She easily straddled my head and her pussy hovered above the funnel as she began to piss in a strong steady stream. I struggled to swallow it. She. ...After loosing at least six pool games I had gotten up and wanting to make sure Sally's perverted sexual fantasy would be carried out to her wildest dreams and told the young man that had won several games and seemed to be in charge. So that that Sally could hear every word of the conversation, several of her fantasy's about wanting to have her pussy sucked and her ass whipped and that she wants to be gang raped by as many well endowed black men as possible, lots of them, and to make sure. And two, they were bigger than the ones Rouge's machine forced ontohim. MUCH bigger.However, that was only the tip of the iceberg. His regular gloves andshoes were gone; instead, his arms were coated in white silk up past hiselbows, the opera gloves very nearly reaching his shoulders, with tightgold bracelets around his wrists that reminded him of a certain pinkhedgehog. Instead of his usual sneakers, his feet were adorned by a pairof hot pink pumps with pointed toes and tall stiletto heels.. Like a writer should look: experienced and wise. Still beautiful, though." Did you like 'the book?" I feel I have to ask, only polite. Readers expect it."Oh no, sorry, I've not read it. It's my little sister that's the fan." Oh." God, Arabella, You sounded disappointed."Natalie's obsessed. She tried to get me to read it. That's when I saw your photo on the back cover. But the blurb didn't grab me." then brightening, "Your photo made an impression, though."Now she wears a self-satisfied smile:.