“What?”“I can see it. Your life is miserable. Nothing goes the way you plan and no one respects you.”“Maybe that’s true, so what?”“I c...n help you.” With that he hands Brad a plan looking black marble notebook. Brad looks at the plane book with curiosity. “This is supposed to make my life better?”the salesman smiles and replies, “All you have to do is write down what you want and it will happen.” Brad laughed at the absurdity of it. He opened the book and flipped through a few blank lined pages.. This angle would let me hit her clit repeatedly. After a couple of minutes she was having another orgasm. Then she would raise her legs again so that I wasn’t hitting it. This went on a couple of more times and I told her that I was about to blow my load. That is when I heard the voice behind me. That voice so loud and so evil that it will put the fear of God into you. That one woman’s voice which will make your dick go soft in a second. That voice that said, “You dirty rotten son of a bitch,. James's heart jumped at thesuccess. Hurdle cleared, James continued the journey of putting on thesuit.As he pushed his hands into Anna's freckled arms, he watched in awe ashis thick fingers were transformed into Anna's comparatively elegantdigits. He shrugged her shoulders over his own; James felt the weight ofAnna's bust added to his chest. Looking down, he stared in wonder atthe perky B's adorning his chest. The inside of the skin stuck snugly tohis own chest. The sight of her mounds. They were all waiting, waiting for him to fill her throat with his love juice. Someone had what felt like several fingers all the way up her arse, and was squeezing her arse cheeks painfully in the other hand while the dry prick still moved remorselessly in and out.The hands on her head pressed her face painfully into his less-than-clean smelling groin, and she felt his cock jerk in her throat and a warm sticky fluid coated her throat as he moaned above her. Her throat spasmed to swallow it and.