I had chatted with the author, been friends with her and read all of her stories. The coincidences started piling up as the realization hit me like a ...ruck. Could this be her? If it IS her, what then? There were some slight differences, but many more similarities. So many that it was pretty obvious. I saw that she was busy looking at something on her phone, and her brow was wrinkled in concentration. In a flash of inspiration, I dropped my voice a little and asked, "Why so serious?" She said. ’ to which I interupted, ‘now, please & thankyou!’. I then instructed that she was not to touch her legs in any fashion or cross her ankles while at the counter. I got in the car while Deb started walking across the parking lot toward the plaza. As she got to the store door I pulled the car right up to the front window. (Canadians will know how Timmy’s is all glass across the front) There was only 2 people ahead of her in line, but there were some patrons at the tables. As I’m looking at the. It felt like almost an act of worship. Composed, generous. It was beautiful.And Rebecca was almost always trapped somewhere in the back of her own mind, unable to control any part of her body, and barely able to differentiate reality from dreams. But this time, Marin had allowed her to stay. For some reason, Marin was allowing some semblance of control and consciousness. Valerie was still clearly being compelled, but seemed awake and alert in a way that none of the previous victims had. She. After another minute, she began holding her pouted lips again Poppy's clit while she hummed.All the while, she only lifted her mouth from Poppy's sex long enough to gasp a breath and call Poppy another dirty name."You love getting your cunt eaten out, don't you little slut." Poppy could only gasp and grit her teeth, screwing her eyes shut until she saw stars."Dirty little whore, you tease Him with your ass don't you? I hope He fucks you good." She didn't care what the bitch said, as long as she.