Was ... Andrew Conner. There isn't a whole lot I couldtell you about me as a living guy. I was a nobody, a tiny cog in themachine, and I don't think ... ever did anything that helped another person.Boy, is that changed now.My job is like this. I get sent to a person who is in trouble. I can see,hear, and feel what they do, and I can access their memories so I figureout what's going on.But I don't control them. All I can do is offer ideas, like the littleangel on your shoulder.My first case was a. Then I felt it.I instinctively tensed up again, but thanks to his recent manipulations Ihad been sufficiently loosened and he slowly pushed into me despite myresistance. His dick felt cold and I later found out this was because hehad lubed it up.He pushed until I thought I was going to be split in half then he stoppedwith just the head inside my ring."C'mon you silly girl," he cooed. "Relax."It took an effort of will, but I unclenched. He didn't move for a minuteor so, staying completely still. Ivy was always impressed with the way Sine handled the monster of a truck and knew that other than her horses, the jet black truck was her pride and joy.Ivy studied Sine as she crossed the two lane street. Sine was truly the girl-next door type, with fiery red hair that she kept in a continual braid cascading down her back. The light sprinkle of freckles across her slightly pert nose and pink cheeks, that Sine hated. Sine should have been a model with her elegantly lithe body and wide. Aus dem Nebenraum h?rten sie dumpf"Running up that hill" her?berklingen.Mit ihren riesigen Pranken samt 2cm langer Plastik-Krallen nahm sie seinezierlichen H?nde. "Wir haben heute noch gar nicht getanzt." Langsambegann sie zur Melodie hin und her zu schwanken, er stieg darauf ein.Trotz der ?bergro?en Kleidung konnte man deutlich sehen, wie dabei seineBewegung geschmeidig von der H?fte ausging, w?hrend sie leicht unbeholfenvon einem Bein auf das andere tapste. "Ich finde es toll, was Du.