He mumbled something non- committal and sighed inwardly when the floor director's hand signals wig-wagged again.This time Dan barely got out his closi...g words before Connie started talking again; he was half afraid they'd go out over the air."If it was your sperm, Dan, how would you feel?" I... uh... I guess I don't know, Connie. I never really had any problems in that... that area, myself." No? Not ever?"Dan tried to picture having this conversation with Walter Cronkite, say, or Brokaw, or. . not realizing that as she did this, she wiggled her 'tush' quite provocatively.Chris basically kept her in slave-mode all week... forcing her not only to cook, but also to clean, yard work, and even having her run errands out of the house. Of course, he altered her appearance back to her true form before sending her out in public.Thankfully, Chris didn't tamper with her IQ and this enabled her to think things out. She knew damn well that she couldn't break free of Chris's control, nor hurt. Mireille put the envelope into a cabinet drawer without bothering to open and check it. "Call me Miri," she told him, and they sat together on the living room couch, her right leg crossed over the left, one bare foot bobbing. Miri gently drew out of Nelson his likes and dislikes, what he was doing in town, and how he found himself looking for companionship after midnight. For his part, while he answered her questions without particular thought, Nelson marveled at the aura surrounding Miri. . The feel of her tight, wet pussy began to take its toll on the Admiral, and he could feel the clenching and stirring of his balls signaling his impending explosion. He began to thrust his hips, matching Evelyn’s own gyrations. She began to whimper as her skin flushed with the surges of her own orgasm. There was a knock at the door. ‘Not now!’ shouted the Admiral, his full attention focused on the beautiful woman riding his cock. A knock again, this time with a frantic, worried voice. ‘Admiral,.