Shit, was this really happening? There I was, in my women's clothes, locked up in chastity and a black guy was crashing down my door. I really didn't ...ant him yelling at the top of his lungs to my neighbors that he had seen me dressed up like a chick outside.But I was scared to let him in. What the fuck did he want? Why was he insisting on coming in? Quickly, I texted a co-worker and asked them to call the cops on my behalf if I didn't text back within an hour. Maybe I'd get robbed or worse,. I turned the dial back down, and admonished her: “Hush, girl, now relax and eat your dinner,” I told her, “and you’d better hope those special panties of yours aren’t all wet and soiled,” I threatened. She was silent, and wouldn’t look directly at me. We ate quickly and quietly, finally realizing how hungry we were after all of our sexual escapades. The waiter cleared our plates, and asked us if we wanted dessert. “It depends on my lady friend,” I told him. “Ask us again in a few minutes. Mike was engulfed between Erika’s golden thighs but he knew his cock was so hard that it could break bricks now. He was thinking he had to get that pussy and now. He lifted his body up and placed the tip of his cock at the edge of her swollen cunt lips. He let his cock travel up and down the lips of her pussy and tease her hole, as it opened and closed in want. “Mmmmm master please give it to me! She cries out. “Please master!” she yells again. That was just what he wanted to hear. He slowly. They joined hands in the middle, the vial gripped tightly, and James opened his mental barriers, bringing both of the girls into a gestalt, just like they had practiced.Each of them concentrating on the vial and on each other, they poured their energies, their love and happiness into the link and into the tenuous thread from that tiny bit of James in the vial. They could feel the link grow stronger, a pale shadow of James himself, but still a vibrant, active link.When they began to tire, they.