?I guess I haven’t really thought about it.?She seemed pleased with that answer. ?There are some that believe that people are asleep; at the mercy o... the forces acting upon them, but tragically they dream they are in control?. I chuckled a little as she told me this.?For example, I easily manipulated you.?My chuckle died, I almost choked as I finished my scotch.?Seriously, think about it. Just by a look and a gesture I made you buy me a drink. Then by your reaction to my teasing I could figure. He felt the head of his dick grind against a nub deep inside her pussy. He was hitting her bottom."Fuck my pussy, Spencer," Sasha begged looking as if she wanted to cry. "please make me your slut. You deserve this hot snatch."Spencer began to quicken the pace rocking harder, "You were right. Fucking your pussy is twice a good as fucking your mouth. Shit, you are tight."Spencer worked his cock methodically making sure his was hitting her spot with each stroke. Sasha's hand caressed his face as. Assuming that she was indicating the location of the changing rooms, Caitlin explored the back of the shop before finding a row of curtained booths that served as changing rooms. Seeing that they were all empty, she entered the closest one, drawing the curtain shut behind her.She looked at the underwear that Ben had given her. There was a black set, shiny and seemingly quiet plain compared to some of the others that she’d looked at. She read the label and discovered it was designed to enhance. As we closed, Nathan came around to the bar."First game night," he said as I made sure everything was locked up and ready."Yeah," I said. I was still mad at him for putting me back here. Even though I made good tips, I made a lot more tips on the floor."Drink sales were higher than last time," Nathan said as he sat down on one of the stools."Mhmm," I nodded as I wiped the bar down one more time."Look," Nathan said as he stared at me. "I have to do what's right for the…" I understand," I said,.