The pad of her finger alternating between Tomorrow’s anus and her oven-ready sex.I could feel the need in Melissa approach boiling point. I had seen...her like this on many occasions, teasing and tormenting her victim up to a point, before the animal in her snaps in two and she devours them. In a split moment, it was Melissa’s fingers that had turned on Tomorrow, to be accompanied by a stream of verbal abuse.I watched the word Fuck and Slut appear on Melissa’s lips and I unconsciously formed the. It was counting down from six hours, my time limit for staying logged on. My nose caught the scent of vanilla, and I thought of my perfume. It smelled perfect on me here; in the real world it smelled awful. Male chemistry I guess. I knocked on the door in front of me and it opened to reveal a very large room full of all kinds of beautiful women. Women and girls of all ages, all sizes and all races. There were women dressed much as I was, women in leather and chains, women much shorter,. "Her mood was much improved from the morning.She arrived at the table wearing only her nightie, the pill bottle onceagain in her hand. Her nightie was a short, flowered print, satin affairwith a matching neglig?e. He ogled at her as he brought her, her food andher glass of wine, every glimpse of her bare flesh making him excited.Seeing her like this made his penis throb painfully in its plasticprison, whilst also making a deep submissive yearning grow inside him, hefelt like he'd do anything. Without hesitation, and without taking one hand off of him. I knelt down on the floor between his legs and placed both my hands on his cock and began to move them up and down Oh, did I mention that I was probably about 5 feet 3 and 100 pounds? Because I was small, I was able to get quite close and leaned my chest against the front edge of the sofa to support myself, which placed my head, only about a foot away from his cock.Since he was unable to reach my cock in this position he had started to.