I let out a deep moan. He ran his finger all the way down to my ass hole. I tense up a little because I never had anything near my butt hole before. H... tells me how wet I am so I can't really hide that I was turned on anymore. But I thought he's in a wheelchair what can we really do. I didn't even know if at that point if he could feel anything from the waste down! But I let him take the lead and just see where it goes. He pushed me back on the couch and opened my legs rolled over in front of. He molded them physically and mentally into whateverhis clients required, and then sold them for exceptionally high prices. Onthe private island which he owned and at present resided, he had a laboratorywhere modifications were made to the enslaved women, a medical ward for recovery,the training grounds themselves and an entire building dedicated to holdingthem and maintaining their upkeep (although the conditions were by no meanspleasant). There was also his mansion, and the smaller homes and. ” “What kind of stuff?” Derek pressed. Suddenly, Mitch found himself telling Derek about all of the fantasies he’d had, about his experimentations, and about other urges he’d had. He’d never talked to anyone about these types of things. These were his darkest, most secret fantasies and desires. Yet, there was something about the way he and Derek talked to each other that made it feel okay. At the same time, revealing his latent curiosities aroused him in a way he never could have imagined.. With a great slow inhale she let her mouth surround my cock, hot breath tantalizing, inflaming …The red turned crimson, jism oozed from the crown as the veins throbbed.Tugging Sissy’s dress over her head, I pointed at her panties: ‘Off!’ Naked she had a fine slim body, firm muscles, no breast mounds as yet and her cunny was still without hair. Lifting her overhead, I licked her out some. I’d get more.And then she was on me, lips alternately sucking and pulling, tongue caressing my slit,.