My entire body was now in a state of extremesexual desire. This was really starting to push me to the edge,and I was still trying to dance.I grew obli...ious to everyone else on the dance floor and couldonly think about what was happening right here, right now. Myexcitement was growing and growing, and I was getting very closeto exploding in my panties. I started to move my ass up and downagainst her PVC clad dress, which caused my skirt to ride uphigher and higher, now just barely exposing the. She could not tell what was real and what was still a bad dream clinging to her mind.At last the body came into focus. He was familiar, but he was not Ryan McGuire. There was no blonde hair. No bloody Athamé held in his hand. She turned him to look at the face and tears flooded her eyes. Wesley! J. Wesley Allen. Her beloved. Her husband. What had she done?She raised him and cradled him in her arms, whispering his name over and over, unable to believe that she had injured him. Wesley would not. ... as the vibrator thrusts deep in you and then your ass is free from the butt plug. I work it and work it in and out until your final convulsions subside.... I climb down over the top of your head and stand in front of you. I undo my belt and drop my pants pulling my underwear with them, exposing my hard cock directly in your face. With my hand I gather up your hair and get it at the base of your head. Giving me control of when and how your head will move. I pull your head back and move the. “Josh, try doing it on my bed. It always feels better when I do it there” I suggested.“Okay”, he lied down and started stroking himself in his shorts while I watched. I could tell he was trying real hard, so to speak. But after a while he said it was no good. My brain went into overdrive. I needed to salvage the situation and fast. At this point, I was in a panic; whatever I did next wouldn’t be part of the plan and I wouldn’t have thought about it carefully enough. Oh, and never mind the fact.