Other attractive blondes caught my eye as I walked towards my destination, taking my time. Brunettes, redheads and raven haired beauties also beckoned...silently behind glass and open red curtains of their doorways. Most modeled their lingerie well. Nearly all looked ten to twenty years younger than Bess or me. Being prime real estate for tourists and potential johns, the less attractive and well used whores plied their trade in other parts of the district in winding narrow alleyways. This was. If you are looking for booty call? I am your woman.” “I like that proposition” I said. “OK, that can be easy arranged” as she winked her eye. Then I asked Jill what is your sexual fantasy. Quickly she answered “I would like to take total control of a man. To be a Mistress of a slave is my fantasy.” Tell me more” I said. “I want to hear more! What would you do Jill if had complete and total control?” As she went into great detail of this fantasy. Which told me she had been doing a lot of. It meant that Willow was aware of Buffy?s presence. It was an act of communication. More than that, it was a connection between the witch who?d sent it and the Slayer who followed it. As Buffy alternated between sprinting and walking, she concentrated upon this incandescent sphere, which was her only link to her friend. She vowed anew to herself that she would rescue Willow, no matter how great the cost, and she knew that the cost might be much higher than her having allowed Giles to fuck her. At home Melody rushed into the shower while Mom dragged me into her bedroom. Without Melody to stop her Mom undressed, undressed me, and then let me fuck her. It was great, it was over with all too quickly, and I wanted more. Well I got more that night, the next morning, and every day after that.The next class started out the same way but then got harder. I noticed that three of the other ladies had bought white leotards and that they were not wearing anything underneath either. That sure made.