"Is that me?" she gasped. "I'm bloodygorgeous, a real femme fatale."She examined her reflection, first turning one way and then the other.She then str...ck a pose with one hand on her hip and the other behind herhead, watching as her showboating image followed her every action. Itpursed its lips and blew a kiss towards her. Her hands followed all thecontours of her body, her hips, her thighs, her waist, they then wanderedto her buttocks, and she gently grasped them noting how shapely, firm. She leads me upstairs to a huge bed...(silk sheets..mirrors...)...as she pushes me down onto my back it turns out to be a water bed.....then she straddles my face mmm the scent of her... 69 oh 69... spreading the silky,slippery,pearly cuntlips I bury my face.. my tounge deep in her.. the luscious taste of her fukjuice ...she's liking this ...moaning.... sukking....I slip 3 fingers into her gaping fanny....and keep on tounging... sukking her erect clit.....squeezing and squashing her georgeous. *Saviour?* the word fades into the picture, disappearing with a flash of lightning, replaced by *Or Killer?*. As Jayce draws nearer to the camera his body blurs, his black shirt darkening the screen as raindrops fall on to an invisible surface, his mind conjuring the stunning CG effect. *THE PATH* is finally spelled out in the displaced raindrops before one final flash of the girl and a credits slide, a disembodied girl’s voice once again pleading for mercy. This time Bronwyn looks at Jayce. But it was not what I was looking for at that time. Just regular what we in the D/'s term vanilla sex (non-kinky). As the days went by She still tried to contact me. So I had and idea, after she continued trying to contact me to meet me for several weeks. I messaged her. I said I will meet you. But only under one condition. Yet she shouted, that's fine where do you want to meet. I told her first I want you to put on a skirt. I asked her do you have one. She replied yes. I told her then a skirt.