As if the house was the only thing thatexisted.Feeling worried, I began to think about what Rutherford had said again...Fantasies manifest themselves..... Generating their own personalities...None of this was part of my fantasy. The fantasy always ended after thesex, and we hadn?t switched back.I started walking back to the master bedroom, poking my head inside thespare bedrooms along to way to check for signs of life. No one. I stoppedback in the bathroom, looking at my body in the mirror.. Fortunately, I had worn a pair of loose fitting slacks instead of my usual blue jeans. I slipped a hand into my pocket and adjusted my now stiff cock. The head poked out above the waistband of my mid-rise briefs, but I was safely concealed beneath my slacks and behind the big drafting table. By now Miss Lolita was well aware that I had forgotten about my work and was just standing there transfixed on her. Her blue eyes locked onto mine, and she had a big grin on her face, almost giggling.. Wet. Warm. Gentle. It's as if your thighs are competing with my tongue, betting on who could be wetter, warmer and burning stronger with desire and longing. My hands start moving upwards from your tits, towards the buttons of your shirt. I unbutton your shirt, my fingertips touching your skin every now and then, sending shivers through your body every time they do. I slide your shoulders through the shirt, pulling it down and exposing your shoulders, your bra, and your stomach. My tongue starts. ” So, since then, she’d just kept her mouth shut and tried to hang on till the torture was over.Dean knew exactly what she was thinking and couldn’t help smiling as he gently stroked her face. She took a deep breath and looked at him completely confused. Then, he brought the knife up to her neck and saw her flinching. He slowly and sensually slid the blade down her sides and proceeded to cut her clothes off. She felt the cold steel of the blade ghosting her body as he carefully cut through the.