” He replied, and stood from his chair, pacing near the bar in a conversation with her. I leaned in for a kiss with Vanessa, who smiled back at me w...th lively eyes.“Are you having a good time?” I asked, implying more, somehow.She nodded.“She wants to talk to you.” Mark suddenly reappeared, phone in hand – directed towards Vanessa.“Huh?… Me?” My wife awkwardly replied.“She probably wants to embarrass me. Here, talk to her.” He handed the phone to my wife, and took a seat, this time next to. This was going to be real easy, a piece of cake she thought confidently and barged in and she found Bob Dole and Thierry arguing about domestic and foreign politics.Bob Dole and Thierry saw her, instantly recognizing her."You!" both President and Vice president exclaimed at the same time."Who were you expecting, Superman?" Psylocke facetiously asked. But before Psylocke could make her move, she felt funny. Her powers weren't working and she couldn't control her muscles, let alone talk. She had. "No just Sex either, LOVE SEX. I can have sex with anyone, I can only "make love" to you, and you will be the only man I ever make love to."I pulled away from him and put my hands to his belt and quickly undid it. I unbuttoned his pants and drew down his zipper. He made no effort to help or stop me. He just smiled at me, each time our eyes met. I squatted and pulled his pants down. He was wearing boxers with lipstick lips all over them, except for one spot. Right over his penis! There was an. I've seen some wet pussy in my time, but look at that. Damn." She didn't need to look. She could feel the dampness against her skin, her panties were getting more soaked by the minute. Was something wrong with her? She wasn't supposed to get wet, damn it this was rape. But her body knew something her mind didn't. It was ripe and ready for plucking. He reached down to his fly and unzipped. Something HUGE fell out of the front of his pants. At least ten inches long, and thick as her wrist. He.