The nectar fromthe sorceress' forehead-pussy smarted when it trickled into theshemale's eyes. As much as she could, Tiffany tried to participate inthe...r lovemaking, lifting her head in short, jerky movements as shejabbed the cock rising from her own forehead into its cunt counterpart,but she couldn't continue these actions for more than a few momentsbefore she tired; besides, a girl could get a headache from fuckingsomeone with a forehead-prick. Of course, she supposed, Charisma couldhave. "The trick was to get the timing right. The call had to come when Sam was either in the garage or the basement by the extension phones and Sam had to pick up the phone just a fraction of a second after I answered it and then hear enough to make him want to stay on the line to see what else he could hear. I spent days trying to figure out how to make it happen, but I finally concluded that it wasn't going to work - too hit or miss. The solution came to me, from of all places, a television soap. ..”It’s a Sioux war chant. I used to sing it before battle. The words say,A wolf, I considered myself.But I have eaten nothing,Therefore from standing I am tired out.A wolf, I considered myselfBut the owls are hooting,And, I fear the night. (Wiki)She stood, looking at me like I’d lost my mind.The ladies were gone so long I began to worry.“Quit fidgeting,” Amy commanded, “God. You’re as bad as a five year old.”“I’m about to leave ‘em behind,” I complained.“Not on my watch,” she said. “I have to. But want to enjoy this, don't we? Soon have you on your back, if that's how you like it." No preliminary small-talk. No ambiguity. "Jack wants me back within the hour, so let's have a look at you. Lift your skirt."It wasn't the kind of approach Catherine was accustomed to, but even as she framed the words to say so, something deterred her: for once, she was not going to be the one with the power. She found herself aroused by the role reversal. She understood at once that there was no ordinary.