I'm so sorry you can’t trust her after all. I’d truly hoped that you and she could be friends again."Shanna laughs lightly on the other end of the...phone, and while I enjoy the sound of it, a pit starts to form in my stomach, as a few thoughts seem to clink into place."You were testing me," I accuse, knowing already that it’s true, and feeling my anger rise, because of it. Here I am, refusing to manipulate others, despite how easy it is for me to do so with my switches, and yet she turns around. She would be in the perfect position, on her back with me sideways with my legs crossed with her's like an X and I would just have my cock in her part way and as soon as he got here he would take my place. And I told him she really loves it if he fucks her pussy hard as possible while calling her dirty names and then after maybe 5 to 10 hard rough pumps in her sopping wet cunt to then get 2 to 3 times more gentle pumps and she will fall right back to sleep,and he would be able to keep fucking. "Very well, Helen. I shall take a chance and hope no one notices your transformation. I shall free you just long enough for the two of us to partake in the completion of our earlier conversation, but then you must return to your fleshy confinement. You must remember that I did not devise your punishment. I am simply the executioner of the writ or, perhaps, more accurately, the jailer whom holds the key to your cell. Arise from your prison of flesh! Stand and walk free, Mademoiselle Hélène Manon. He took up an even fucking motion and was soon pulling completely out and then plunging in until his balls slapped my chin and he ground his pubes against my top lip. He kept up a relentless rhythm for what seemed ages. None of the rush of the young guys just an insistent fucking of my face. After some ten minutes he grabbed my head firmly and held me still and began pistoning his cock straight into my throat. His thrusts became more urgent and harder making me chokes and splutter but he kept.