It spiraled through Ebony's seething loins like the tingling pricks of a million warning needles, and gnawed at the base of her quivering belly with t...e wild sexual promise of its coming joyful release. Ebony whimpered loudly to the jagged edges of her mounting sensual rapture, gaping at the mirror to see Vantha's thick wet cock vanishing like a telephone pole up between the soft whiteness of her own roundly absorbing cunt. Vantha's furious fucking of her had quickened to jerky,. Over the days and weeks, the "stranger" persona faded as we became friends... even lovers of a sort... from long distance. I learned that her real name was Samantha, that she was a number of years younger than me, that we both had lived in several different parts of the country but never in the same area at the same time. She had been married for quite a few years but they had finally split and the sex had seldom been good between them. She was and still remains somewhat inhibited but was. Ismeralda, who can see what ishappening, also starts laughing. Mistress Ismeralda pulls me from underIrmagard, and has me stand up. Valerie and Irmagard just looks at melike I'm the biggest idiot in the world. Valerie starts to snort. I amsure I must look ridiculous. Irmagard also starts to giggle, and thengasps as Mistress V. gives hir one final powerful thrust that leaves hiron hir tippy toes, and then pulls out of hir luscious behind. I am toldto clean myself off.I curtsey and head. I did wonder about it, though. After all, if that's how she was supposedto dress, then why did the computer take me shopping for all of thoseordinary girl-clothes, like slacks and blouses and plain-cotton-panties?I supposed that it wanted me to understand the full scope of herclothing options. Maybe so that I wouldn't be so demanding of dresses,stockings, and high heels as Tom was? That made sense.After all, my perfect mate would not want to wear dresses or stockingsor high heels all the time..