Romilda concocting a potion that made her sexual conquests happy to be compliant, Fleur and Nymphadora Tonks displaying and then sharing their recent ...oy-toys, Madame Hooch allowing the team to service her, and more. She had written dozens of these stories, and after reading them, I couldn’t look at Mary without projecting qualities of her heroines on to her. And, perhaps inevitably, I found myself fantasizing about her. Mary was pretty, but not sexy. Whereas the women in her stories were. She returned my kiss with ardor. After a few more minutes of this walking and kissing, we walked by the railroad tracks. And here, I decided, on what seemed to be a whim, but was probably some part of my mind making plans, to lead Carrie and I this way on our journey back to her house. The minute we turned to walk down the old railroad tracks, the day moved fifteen degrees to the left. It was still pleasantly warm, but the tracks ran underneath some heavy trees with shrub to both sides, and it. Chloe put the breaks on and inched the car to the side of the road. she quickly turne on the hazards. She tried starting the car not even a purr came from the cars engine. She tried her phone but service was unavalable. She stepped out of the car. And popped the hood. The dominatrix pulled up behind her a little smile formed upon her face though her latex hood kept it hid. She got out of the car. " Are you okay.? The dominatrix was trying to sound concerned. Chloe looked up alittle suprised,. ”… And I slipped off the toilet, onto the floor, writhing in a massive, overwhelming orgasm! It went on and on, washing over me in wave after wave, leaving me feeling almost sick, my muscles knotted and tight, my head thrown back and throat screaming. It seemed to go on and on and on…It finally slowed and stopped. And when it did, I noticed that James was sitting on the floor, holding me, cradling me in his arms, and smoothing my hair, crooning soft sounds, a look of concern on his face.I.