The latex is so tight that your pussy instantly pops out from the slit in the latex suit. Making your pussy look swollen and puffed out like a mushroo... It trying to find any space available to expand. You can feel your pussy drip and hang from your lips.Your pussy gushes the moment it hits the air due to all the excitement and pressure building inside you. Knowing the knife is no longer there, you begin to sway as much as you can now that you know I would never hurt you and your confidence is. There is a trickle of ice cream dripping from her right nipple and down her smooth alabaster skin. Sondra spreads the ice cream from the cone she is holding just below her breasts and down to the deepest innie I have ever seen. The only piece of clothing she has on is a black lace thong.Not waiting for a reply, Sondra smiles and pushes me inside. Closing and locking the door behind her, Sondra heads to the kitchen with me close behind. Still speechless, I watch as Sondra hops up on the counter. ‘Jason,’ said one of his friends. ‘You did it, Dude.’ ‘Shh,’ said Jason. ‘I need to put her deeper in a trance. Sleep, Kathy. Sleep. Sleep deeply. You are so tired, Kathy, that you must sleep soundly. Only, when you hear me say ‘strip’, you will start removing your clothes. Then, when I say ‘awake’ you will gradually awaken at the sound of my voice.’ ‘Gees, Jason, whatever you did, she’s practically snoring,’ said one of his buddies. ‘Strip.’ Kathy sat up straight and pulled off her sweatshirt. A few morsels later, the woman leaned over and dabbed the side the man’s mouth with her napkin. He grinned and laid his hand on her thigh. ‘That’s it, I want what they’re having,’ Dave said to himself. He saw his saving grace as the waiter was at the station at the back of the room. He excused himself and hoped Molly would think he was only going to the men’s room. ‘Listen, sir, you’ve got to help me,’ Dave said to the waiter. ‘I don’t know what in the hell I’m doing. Pretend that you’re making.