We get slightly sweaty over at home.We open the door and go inside. We walk down the hall and go into the living room. This is adjacent to the garden....We do the doors open and walk into the garden. You drop to a lounger with cushion.I indicate that I take a dip in the pool.The pool is adjacent to the edge of the mountain and has a beautiful view of the valley. At the edge of the pool you can look down.I pull all my clothes off and dive in. I drive towards the edge and hold me to the edge. It's. I don’t know why it never occurred to me to physically resist at all. I suppose something about this abrupt surge of real dominance from him had switched off that part of my brain – all I know is I was completely helpless to oppose him. I could beg for mercy, but I couldn’t make him stop. And even my will to beg was quickly eroding; my body was already pliant and obedient in his hands, and my mind seemed to be quickly following. As he continued to lavish attention on my exposed tits. My pussy clenched. This was such a kinky delight. Georgia grabbed the base in her eager hand and breathed in.“Huh,” she said as I put the car into reverse.“What?” I asked as I backed down the driveway.“Your mom has a tangier pussy. This is spicy.”“Pussies can change flavors. Trust me, when you’ve eaten as many as me, it’s something you learn.”“Oh.” She shuddered. “Mmm, she smells good all spicy.”Georgia ducked her head to my cock and licked at the side. My toes curls as she lapped up her. For my part, I am available to talk determinism to anyone for two hundred and fifty pounds an hour, but somehow I doubt whether the market is there. * I have continued to recruit in large numbers. In fact, in that respect the move into the sex business has been a godsend (probably not the most fitting word to use, on reflection). My girls move freely in the strange sexual parallel universe they inhabit, are well acquainted with my tastes, and are constantly on the lookout for girls with the.