Majestic Countdown was building quite a reputation for himself (or herself, no one had a clue who he/she was). There were stories on TV and the paper ...n the theme of, "Who is Majestic Countdown?" Lots of pure speculation as no one had any real information to go on. That didn't slow their speculations down much though.Most of the speculation was about the one piece of information they did have: the name I used. In reality it'd come from my initial email address ([email protected]), which had. In fact, he came so close that he could inhale the scent of Misty’s special womanhood waiting patiently for some male to introduce her to the rigors of spirited coupling that she was most desirous of finding at the earliest opportunity.He knew right away he had the right customer for the Magic Knickers.Misty didn’t hesitate to go into the private fitting room and remove her smiley face panties in favor of the supposed Magical Knickers with the little cartoon eye right over her twat that winked. He switched breasts and the tingling sensation became stronger with each rub and lick. He then bit down hard just on top of my nipple, “Ouch!” “Oh, you know you wanted it.” He read my mind, he knew what I wanted.I kept playing with his hair and moaning. He pulled away and pushed his lips against mine into a deep kiss. I pulled away and whispered into his ear, “Come into me.” I wrapped my legs around him and pushed my waist closer to him. He deepened the kiss and entered me. I let out a cry of. ” His rough hands run up and down your slit, teasing yourclit and running gently over your swollen lips. Once again he picks you up like a piece of meat, only tostand you on your feet, face pressed against the wall.You feel the cold touch of a knife blade as it gentlykisses your skin, gliding over it. Slicing through yourdress, reducing it to shreds, until all that is left ofyour clothing is a pile of rags at your feet. The hand wraps around your throat and he presses youinto the wall,.