It was sorcery, to state it baldly. Much like Haley, Vicki and Michelle realized that this hold that he had over them was strongest in erotic situatio...s and decreased in less sexy moments. He was like a satyr, drawing his strength and exerting his dominance through his sexual prowess.Soon, even those thoughts vanished as Vicki and Michelle briefly lost their ability to think about anything but pleasure. It was such a mystical, esoteric affair that each of them felt themselves seamlessly fuse. "It wasn't really me," she said. "It was me playing a part. That's the only way I can do things like that for you, Ricky. If I put on an act, then I can make you very, very happy." And looking into her eyes, the frankly horny look in her eyes, I didn't doubt she meant it."Well, why don't we come back to my place right now and we'll both make both of us very happy." I can't do that," she said, sitting back in her chair and taking her hands off my knees, where they'd been resting. "If I'm going. With the mixed heritage of a Russian Father and an Indian mother, Rhea boasted a body that had a perfect blend of both gene pools. Her skin was a natural bronze color, which according to her friends gave her the perfect tan all year round. Light green eyes, full lips which looked best unadorned and a body that was seemingly fashioned on the sculpture of a voluptuous Indian goddess.She wore an elegant white cocktail dress that hugged her figure in all the right places, raven black hair cascading. . don't.. stop.." Hermione had no intention of stopping anything. She had never been so horny in her entire life, and she knew she had to do something about herself or she'd go insane! So she slipped her hand down her pants and began to rub herself, god-damn, she was wet. Very wet. She reached down further, and wetting her hand with her own juices, slid a finger into herself. She began thrusting it in and out, slowly at first but getting faster.After a while, Ginny shot up and pushed Hermione.