I couldn’t pull myself away, even when the lady returned.?Are you seeing the images?? she asked, and before I could answer, she went on, ?Yes, I can...see from your trousers that you were. It must be time for me to pass the mirror on.? I looked puzzled, like you are now Dianne, ?She called it a Satanic Mirror and only those with a perverse imagination will see the images. Everyone else sees the normal reflections.??Mr. Baines, are you suggesting???Dianne, I’ve had the mirror on display for over. ”“Oh yes sir,” mumbled Max.“Very good,” Kuluc added grabbing the Prince’s head. “Cause it to become wet. Extremely wet.”“I love it,” groaned the sovereign.“As do I,” the dominant ebony master said in his perfect German. He felt playful and switched to French, “Vous etes ma petite coquette.”This turned Max on so immensely that he pulled away from Kuluc’s manhood and began begging in the Romance Language to feel it deep inside his ass. Kuluc gripped his hair and led him forcefully towards their. The dream was always the same. In the dream, I would be lying on a lounge chair by the pool. Wyatt would walk up and stand near my head, his big cock dangling six inches from my nose. I would hear my husband say, “It’s okay, honey. Go ahead.” In the dream, I would lean forward and suddenly, the man’s cock would be stiff and too big for my mouth. I would hear Mark say, “If you can’t get it in your mouth, take him in your pussy.” At that point, I always woke, shaking with excitement.Wyatt became. Her mouth gaped open. She picked up one of the cuffs, caressed the leather straps, and purred. ‘This is some major top-notch gear,’ she said. ‘If you weren’t just my best friend, I’d want you to put these on me right now.’ ‘You know I don’t top,’ I said. ‘But you know I switch,’ she said in a much lower voice as she wrapped a cuff around my wrist. The touch of that leather brought me back to that place where Michael took me that night at The Drake. I closed my eyes, sighed, and wanted to be in.