”The SEAL continued his circuit around the room, aided by John’s help, lighting up each new set of footprints. When he pushed the octagon button, ...dam watched in amazement as the footprints he was standing on walked away in concert with the sound of them. As they departed the line from John’s knees to him, they faded away.Meanwhile, John stared as the dragon sculptures decorating the walls began to move, unmistakably this time. Flying, floating and crawling they all made their way to the same. I hope that's okay. I am blushing and just realized I was kind of hunched over the computer as I typed this, as if someone could read over my shoulder. I am home alone and there's nobody here. To reinforce my commitment to exploring all the details of this stuff with you, I just stripped and now, as I type this, I am not hunched over. I am on the edge of my chair with my legs spread a little and my breasts (tits?) proudly naked. So, on with what I really felt.Last night, after I spread my legs,. I grab the handles of his wheelchair, and start running. Pushing as hard and fast as I could, the front wheels wobbling in the dirt. “I hope it doesn't lock up” was all I could think. First—second--third--and finally, HOME. The crowd went totally nuclear. I continued pushing Tony around in circles, doing donuts, if you will. In the ecstasy of the moment, I ripped my jersey off, Tarzan style, screaming at the top of my lungs and d****d it over Tony's shoulders, raising his arm in victory. My. Again she moaned and begged to cum and again she was denied. I was loving this!One more heating up and Precious was ready for what I had in mind for her next. She sat there, pussy drooling and covered in sweat I could see the flushed look on her face and the lust-fogged look in her eyes. She was no longer the person who walked in the door earlier this evening, but rather an obedient, sex-starved slave slut, willing to do whatever I asked just for the chance to cum!I stepped away momentarily,.