"She typed at the keyboard."FREE VERBAL COMMUNICATION. FREE MOVEMENT -HEAD ONLY."Lita's head suddenly responded to her urge to move. She could move he...mouth."Help!" she cried out. "I don't want this, somebody please help me!Lydia!! Help me Lydia!!"The woman sniggered."Lydia...." she said and smiled a broad grin at the helpless Lita beforeher face moved to a more concerned expression, "Hey now, it's not ALLbad."Lita screwed her face up in frustration; it was difficult to see in whatway this. After a while our text conversations got abit HOT in one text she wrote "You was a badboy at school how bad could you be to me?? I want you to take control of my body, rip my clothes off, pin my arms down get on top of me and kiss me all over" when she said that I got turned on big time, She told me when shes free she wants me to go around to her flat.The next week we arranged everything she had the weekend off and would be free from around 5PM Friday, Friday finally came and she told me to. My chest was heaving as I breathed deeply, and my own body was now shaking from the strength of my orgasm. The head of my cock was now immensely sensitive. Julia’s tight grasp, now lubricated and slippery with my cum, slowed again to a stroking motion on just the shaft. She giggled at me again, although it was now more of a cheeky girlie giggle. Her cheeks were still flushed red, but now with her own obvious excitement at what she had just done for me. Her own breathing had become a little. Bring an open mind. The password is ‘blond and dangerous.” He quickly dressed and left.Holly took a cab after lunch to the Soho address, when she got to the door and knocked it opened a crack. “Ugh… blond and dangerous?” The door opened and a large doorman smiled at her. “We’ve been expecting you Miss Willoughby, this way.” She followed through a plush and inviting reception room and went down a padded stairway, she noticed she could no longer hear the street or anything. The doorman opened a.