But I can." How?" Dr. Jones asked."Like you Mr. Jones, I am special, responded the man in the black suitthat identified himself as the Doctor."I don't...know what you are talking about," Dr. Jones replied.The Doctor smiled, "I know about your power to create illusions likethe one you created just now."Dr. Jones cursed himself for using his power of illusion so recklesslyin a place where someone else could walk in and see. "What illusions?"Dr. Jones said pretending that nothing unusual. He wasn't very kind and called me a few other things too. Normally, I'd ignore and block him but I felt "frisky" and got my online courage. We sparred for a few minutes. Then he got really graphic on how he would fuck me so hard and make me beg for him to stop. I got aroused. I never had anyone be so descriptive. I could see the picture he was painting in my mind. I got hard and started playing with myself. I forgot about the time for several minutes. Then I looked up and panicked... I needed. ’ She screamed trying to break the hold of the man holding her. ‘I should have let Jeremiah screw you that day you came over to my house. He wanted to but I said no cause you were my friend.’ I struggled even harder against the hands holding me. I wanted to tear her throat out. ‘If I ever see you again Bitch, I will kill you.’ I screamed. I didn’t realize how soon those words would come back to haunt me. When the police showed up the man holding me grudgingly let me go, although he kept a tight. Turning toward the mirror, I look at my body with pride as I watch Damien quietly shut my bedroom door and quickly lock it. My 38C breasts look wonderful in my matching laced set.“I don’t think you understand how bad you are, Allisa. You wear your tight outfit and you just tease the shit out of me. I just want to bend you down and fuck your brains out,” Damien whispers into my ear. I lean my head back onto his chest and he caresses my breasts.“Punish me, daddy.”In seconds, Damien pushes me onto.