"There's an album to be released and I know that Ben from Gospel records would like some remnant of the Crystal Passion band to be out there to promot... the record and even go on tour. But I don't think even Ben would be so enthusiastic if all that appeared on stage was a rhythm section with no lead singer and no lead guitar or indeed any lead instrument whatsoever." I don't see why not," sniffed Jacquie. "What about Booker T & the MG's? What about the Shadows without Cliff Richard? What about. Hah. He thought he was sooo funny, didn’t he. I was already feeling completely unbalanced and out of control. Between my sexual frustration, distaste for my drink, and, well… that other thing…. I needed a minute to catch my breath and center myself. He crossed in front on me on his way to the couch. He picked up the remote and turned the volume up as one of the teams scored a touchdown. “Look, can I, um, use your bathroom?” I asked, feeling flustered. “Sure,” he said, pointing the way. As I. I started off slow and built up to a rhythm I knew we both could appreciate. I wasn't going wild and crazy on him but I was bouncing off him pretty fast, and every time I would come down a little vibration would shoot through my body that made me tingle all over, which made for a better ride for both of us. He grabbed the side of my hips and helped me slide down his wonderful 7 inch cock that filled me up completely, that stretched me so wide, and made me cum on several occasions. I was lost in. Sybian.” He reduced me to tears and I stomped my foot like a little girl who didn’t get her way.I hated the national government and their new laws that made this possible, but most of all I hated that teenager sitting behind that desk.“Say it,” he repeated smugly.“Hello, Mr. S-Sybian,” I stammered.“Look at him and say it!”I had been defeated at every turn. I had no choice.I looked directly at the contraption. “Hello, Mr Sybian!”“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?”“No sir.”“Now hand me your panties.