His presence would only raise the temperature, even more, making me moist over my whole body. My simple cotton sleeping tunic would become soaked even...before he might arrive. Sometimes the scent of Madre de Noche Jasmine would drift into the room.It would start with me feeling all hot inside and starting to get the needy urge to touch myself. He would just look at me and stay in the dark. I could feel my nipples getting hard. I would reach for my breasts with my left hand and softly caress them. "How much does he think he's been paid forthis?" One hundred..." Wow, so he'll be pretty bummed out when he opens the envelope then..." Yep! Monopoly money. One fifty, two twenties and a ten! Plus a noteexplaining we have footage of him dressed as a woman, and we're not afraidto show it to his Mum!" Brilliant!" Tim struggled to contain his excitement."And he will never say anything, not now he knows we have the footage ofhim. And he has absolutely nothing on you as he did as he was told andtook. This will be the fourth story I have started plus one chapter I have added to another author’s story and, whilst all have had a great many readers and ‘likes’, I have had not one chapter added to any of my writing. Hardly what I came here for and was hoping for. Perhaps all the contributors are male and do not wish to write in lesbian narratives. Whatever the reasons, please write with me. Interactive writing is so much more enjoyable than writing alone – well, in my opinion it is. I live in. I grabbed her head and forced it in deeper. I felt her choking on my shaft, and realized I would cum in seconds at this rate. So I yanked it out and rammed it in her cunt, letting it go like my name was Elsa. “No! Fuck! Oh, God, no!” Brianna screamed. But rope after rope of cum plastered her womb nonetheless. I spat in her face after that and replaced her gag. I pulled out and gave Danielle’s chains some slack. I came near her, and she moved to grab me, but I pulled my fist back, and taking the.