Because she needed him just as much as he needed her.When he was done he pulled out of her straightening so that he was looking down at her. He didn�...t say anything, and Vanessa didn’t care. Her body was in pure bliss right now. It didn’t mattered that he had just taken advantage of her, or the fact that she was covered in him. Yes, the spot between her legs hurt, but it didn’t mattered. She watched as he got off the table.“Get up on your hands and knees and face the machine.” He demanded after. Derek didn't need to look. He knew exactly what she meant, and, afterlast night's brief fantasy about owning them himself, couldn't bring himselfto look. The idea of being as soft, short, and beautiful as Ginger wasstrangely erotic. "Hey, I haven't lost yet. Just caused we found some crap in a book, andgot some dangerous drug, doesn't mean squat! We just won't switchbods. It's just Fuckin' impossible." You'll have to watch your language when you become a lady," sheremarked. He winced slightly as his whole body ached badly and her crushing embrace was both welcome and painful. "What happened? Some woman with black skin appeared carrying you in her arms. Then she lays you in bed next to me and tells me to care for you until someone come to help. You look like you did after the harpy poisoned you," Sabina demanded. He took a deep breath and then spilled the entire story. "I guess that explains where this came from," she said and reached over to the night stand. She. I don't know why. I guess I'm simply addicted to it. Which explains why I've got my boyfriend Jackson Hall on all fours right now, face down and ass up. I gleefully slam my dildo deep into his ass. He squeals. I laugh heartily. I simply love that sound. Fucking black men in the ass with my strap-on is addictive.My name is Katharine Hollister. I'm a six-foot-two, busty, kind of plump young woman with bone-white skin and blonde-white hair. My eyes are an icy blue. I've been told my big tits, wide.