What was I doing?! I craned my face toward his mouth and offered my lips to his.“I’m not going to kiss you, you little cocksucker,” he said. “...’m going to put your nasty mouth on my cock and you are going to do your business, you hear me!?”His right hand pulled out of my anus and slid around inside my panties to my pussy and he started finger-fucking me furiously.“Nnnnnn!” I moaned, now intoxicated with forbidden desires. I actually felt myself needing to hear him call me a whore and in the. By the time we arrived, I was pretty pissed and still fucking horny as hell. I knew that when we got back, I’d end it with Bruce and go back to not being loyal to anyone, but to simply being a swinging single. He introduced me to his father and mother, who seemed very old fashioned New Englanders, and yet I was dressed in my usual provocative way which Brad just hated. I had tight jeans and and an open denim jacket with no shirt. His father was obviously much older, and seemingly straight,. Where are you , you would have to come in for an interview, have a look around. I am bisexual , at home in Auckland , I can be there this afternoon.Okay lets say 3pm See you then.I was suddenly motivated and energised. I showered, applied body lotion , make up, selected my most expensive sexiest tailor made bra knickers garter belt and stockings , my power clothes above the knee length skirt and jacket and high heels. My long brunette hair reaches the small of my back I brush and arrange in to. However, she understood that it was too magickally exhausting to alter my own body for more than a few hours at a time, thanks to the fact the I was, genetically, the source of the power.After a week of renewing our relationship despite the obstacles, Darcie had a suggestion. "Why not try to isolate the magick gene and add it to your existing form, so you keep your power yet get your old body back..." That's it!" I exclaimed, and ran to my computer. I contacted some people, and researched my.