I knew even as I looked at her, envisioning her naked before me, that her pussy was wet and throbbing for attention. All she had needed was a man to f...ll her, and rescue her from her fantasy world. I could have been that man, but I wasn't then. I could be now.This was my dream, and I was in control. Whatever I did now would have no effect on my real life in the future, and if I woke up the next morning with cum-stained shorts, so be it. Maybe I'd even write all of this down and post it on the. "No returns. This is for you. For you!" He emphasized the final word with a dramatic flourish, pointing his bony finger at Johnny & trembling furiously.Johnny was more than a little freaked out, & fairly positive that a criminal and/or sorceror had just dropped a major piece of evidence for some unknown crime into his life. He knew that if he didn't act fast he could easily end up the final ingredient in a hobo priest's ritual sacrifice.Just then, there was a great whooshing of wind & the sound. "Can you stand up, Marna?" she asked. It was Ashley -- I recognized her voice. I caught my breath, nodded, and slowly got up. I could feel my juices dripping down my thigh. "You certainly look a sight," Ashley giggled. "You nipples are hard, and your pussy is dark red with cum leaking out." I moaned a little. I knew how much the slut I must look. Knowing it made me even more excited. "Now, kneel down, Marna, right here please," Ashley said. I did, and a minute later I felt soft, slick fabric. Emma casually handed me both bottles, grabbed her purse and stood up. "Will you forgive if I abandon chivalry and not offer to pay for these?" I said, while trying to pronounce the name of the French champagne label in my head. "Don't worry. I can afford it." "Yeah I know. I Googled how much you earn," I muttered. *** Getting to Emma's room took much longer than I expected, in no small part because we were stopped repeatedly by her fans who approached her asking for photos and to shake her.