”She reached across and laid a hand on his shoulder.“You forget that I can see into your heart, Ryan. I can sense your emotions. You needn’t mak... excuses and justifications.” She closed her eyes, exhaling as she concentrated, a familiar sense of warmth and dizziness washing over him as she probed his mind with her magick. “I sense turmoil in you, guilt. You dread consorting with these demons and your heart breaks for me, you believe that you are betraying your commitments to me.”“That’s pretty. With my 3 inch "Fuck Me"heels, leather mini, corset, and Blonde Bimbo wig, I looked ready to rideand then some. I felt quitescared shitless walking into this lion's den, but my excitement at thepossibilities drove me to slut it up, I suggestively licked my lips andswayed my ass, as Anthony led methrough the yard to a wooden chaise lounge chair. I sat on edge of it andwas immediately at crotch level. Anthony then said "Get to work Bitch" ashe undid his pants and pulleddown his shorts, freeing. I leaned forward and just smelled him, it was like ambrosia. The smell was unique to Rick and I took it in. I cupped his balls in my hand and wanted to get to know the feel and taste of them. I nibbled the shaft of his dick and worked my way up to the head. I think I was more excited than Rick was and wanted the feel of that hard dick in my mouth. I got to the head of his dick and plunged my head down letting his dick fill my mouth. It felt great. I could feel it throb and a small amount of cum. She looked at Burton for a moment and then back over towards me.“Will you be using me as a sex slave?” Lottie asked bluntly, taking me by surprise.“No,” I responded firmly and honestly. “I don’t expect sex from you nor will I ever make you have sex with someone you don’t want to have a relationship with. Why, does Winslow make you prostitute yourself?”Lottie blushed red at my question and then she looked away. Instead of answering she took another sip of tea. Finally, when she put her mug back.