Whisper must have been the one controlling her. I had always believed him or her to be somewhat passive and, to a certain extent, benevolent. It just ...idn't seem like something Whisper would do.And of course, knowing that Pamela wasn't Whisper, I was back to calling the enigmatic source of vague and often ludicrous messages of what was happening or to come a 'he'.If he was controlling Pamela, posing her as himself, there had to be a reason. The most obvious was the guarding of his true. Her tits were fairly large but looked awesome. I walked over and touched them and felt her shaven mound. At this point I wasn’t sure what to do and panicked so got her to dress and brought her back round. I thought if anyone would be able to remember it would be her. But nothing was said and she just carried on normally. All I had to do now was click my fingers and they were both totally under my spell.Although I had total control I couldn’t work out what I wanted to do next. It was getting. But it was full and same time we find a girl was seeted on last shit. we askes her about shit but there we no shit so we decided to go by different bus. we got another bus. At Anagar there are three bus stop when our bus reached another bus stop we found that girl wa there trying to get in our bus so we catched place for her and asked to sit. we were on last sit. we both me nad my friend were trying to give her sit beside so we both were pushing each other. when she come near i have given sit. She had pulled her minuscule thong aside and she rapidly inserted her fingers in and out of herself, once again there was a clear audible sloshing noise as she probed in and out of her wetness, driving herself to another orgasm. He was close now, so close, he could feel his legs starting to buckle as he gazed at the beautiful Ulga. She drove herself to orgasm, she was so turned on at the emasculation she was about to perform. Her head jolted back and she writhed spasmodically as she climaxed,.