Her hands traveled up my legs to my thighs and nearly to my sex but just stopping. A few times, I felt her brush by my pussy and each time it electrif...ed me. I was really juicing up now. I knew it was obvious but I didn't care. She moved up to my shoulders and head. I was a mound of jello, nearly catatonic. I swooned when I felt the warm oil dripping on my chest. I groaned when I felt her hands rub the oil into my breasts. Her technique was divine, the way she curled and caressed my nipples. I. When I go in all the way you and press against you, a little squirt will shoot out. If you want to empty the whole thing, you just squeeze the pouch. See?" Mistress gave the pouch a little squeeze and a thick, creamy liquid oozed from the tip of Mistress's cock, giving the appearance of a man cumming. Mistress giggled again and wiggled the cock sexily "It's yogurt! Isn't that sexy?" Oh God, that is sexy," Dorothy said, and went for closer look. She looked up at Mistress, "May I suck your cock?". ‘I was going to ask your mother to marry me when I was offered the contract. The danger money I got for working in a virtual war zone would have set us up nicely. Bill took a deep breath. ‘But I chickened out at the last minute. Several guys were killed just before I was due to fly out there and your mother said something about not being able to sleep at night because of the worry. I figured I’d pop the question when I’d safely returned home.’ ‘And my dad beat you to it?’ ‘Better than beat me. .”My hazel eyes. Doe eyes, she calls them. She cups my chin in her hand, She turns my face side to side, making sure I look. That I see myself. Controlling where I look. What I see.Her hand drops away and I feel a tug on my collar. We walk to the table. A nice, black lacquer table. She leads me right to it, legs touching the edge. Handcuffs and the keys are laying there, soft silver in the dim light.She snaps her fingers. My arms move slowly behind me, my wrists cross each other. I feel an icy.