" So....you want me to....?"Victoria nodded in confirmation. "If you will let me, I will apply thetreatment. You can observe the effects in this mirro.... It will then beyour choice whether to proceed, though I am confident that you will besatisfied."For once in his life, William made a choice without thinking through allof the possible consequences. Here was a chance to look in a mirror andsee his yearning desire fulfilled.When he looked back on this moment in years to come, he would never. I can still see his fingers moving the dial. I am convulsing, my muscles seizing once again. That is what he is after. My pussy once again goes into spasm. ?Fucking YES!? he cries as he gets the resistance from my pussy that he wants. He must be at least 250lbs and built like a train. He is very strong and starts pounding into me again. Slap, slap, slap. His balls feel so heavy slapping my arse. ?Fucking take that you fucking whore!? I am still jerking violently, my eyes roll back into my head.. And skirts. The shorter the better. I loved wearing them bare underneath. My pussy was pretty, nice and plump and pink, I wanted guys to see it. I had my mirrors set up so I could see how I looked from the back and I often went to the mall in a short skirt that showed glimpses of my pussy lips from behind, just peeking out as I walked. I got it perfect. I wanted my pussy to be seen and admired and desired.And my bikini, oh, I had several but my favorite, my newest, a tiny string bikini, just. ”“I know right?” Dave agreed, “Oh well.”I could feel his bulge against my pelvis. Everyone who had seen Dave’s dick had admired its size – seven and a half inches, and as much as I wanted to shove all those inches down my throat, I wanted the night to be more romantic than simply a fuckfest. If Dave and I were going to land up in a relationship, I wanted there to be more to it than what I had with Saahil. “By the way, didn’t you say your parents won’t be here until tomorrow afternoon?” I asked,.