Being host gave her privileges, particularly the privilege of slipping drugs in the women's drinks to make them a little more suggestible, a little st...pider, and a little more wet-cunted. They were a little addictive too - when the women went home they would soon find themselves longing to visit Jessa again without quite knowing why.Jessa loved to direct their ignorant, shallow discussions. They knew very little about lesbians other that they were Very Sinful, and certainly never suspected. Heal her please!”Michael responded, “I cannot offer you a place in my family, but I can offer you protection and an opportunity for a new life if you wish to go with us.”“I made a vow that I must keep, so I will stay,” her mother answered, “but whatever her decision, she has my blessing. My husband will beat me, but I think he will not kill me.”Michael turned to Ayesha and asked, “Do you wish to go with us and be healed? You may become mine and join our family now, or you may wait to. He had teased her with the head of his cock for a few minutes when my wife’s body started to squirm on the table. She started to moan out as she began to pushed her ass up in the air towards him. She was losing control over herself as she moved her legs apart. Her swollen pussy was in plain full view. He took her overtures as meaning that she wanted his big cock inside her. He turned towards me and gave me the thumbs up sign as he knew he had her right where he wanted her.He pushed the head of. ‘You think so?’ he says, as if he knows something I don’t. Which, he probably does, the bastard. ‘Tell me, Morgan.’ I groan, and he flashes me a lopsided grin. ‘Well, I’ve been debating on starting my own firm for quite some time,’ he begins thought fully. ‘I’ve already let Chris know.’ Chris. My father. ‘Really? That’s great news! When will you start? Where will you be?’ I ask, needing all the details at once. ‘Within three months, I’ll be living in Wichita, leasing a building and have a.