The accent put her over with the guys. At the after-party is where business started to pick up. A bunch of us had something to eat and continued our d...ink-a-thon. Twenty people turned into ten, ten to six, six to four and eventually her and I were left alone. We didn't realize this until the house band started playing music. That's where she took my hand and led me to the dance floor. I had no idea what was being played or if I was dancing. I had a raging boner and I wanted to use it. As we. Hypnose, Pheromone, Drogen und sogar gegen magische Zauber hatte er mit Zatanna geübt. Und doch war er hier. Unfähig sich gegen die Indoktrination zu wehren.Unfähig? Nein. Unwillig war das bessere Wort. Er wollte garnicht länger befreit werden. Er wollte nie wieder selbstständig denken müssen. Es war viel angenehmer einfach nur zu dienen.Sein Schwanz war schon wieder steinhart und das angenehme Ziehen in seinen Lenden war einer heißen Erregung gewichen. Der Bademantel hatte massive Probleme. Rita was quivering and holding him by her legs and pleading over and again for a deeper fucking. Neil’s cocky grin was obvious on his face. He simply could not control as his balls got tight swollen and knotted with pleasure. His cock even swelled larger. Oh Lord! She was truly a tight fuck. The pleasure of her tight pussy walls gripping him like a vice, the warm, wet juices moving in the tight spaces around his very thick shaft was driving Neil crazy but he was a stud, he did not want to rush. I approached him and said Those purple panties,Where did you get those and he said Why? I said you look great and touched his ever growing rod. I asked him if he wanted a rub down and he said sure. We went to the couch and I told him I would get the oils,but instead I went into my bedroom to change clothes. I put on a white jock strap and came back into the living room. He was face down into the couch cushions as I poured the oil into my hands and started to rub down his legs,ever so close to.