When she met Mark, she had been fascinated with him. She became frustrated that she couldn’t entice him to mate with her no matter what she tried. F...r a woman used to men fawning over her, this was a situation she was unsure how to handle. He didn’t even seem to like her company and refused to be alone with her in any situation.At first, she thought it was just her until she realised he never left a gathering with anyone but Vasari. She suspected Vasari had spelled him to only accept whom she. His cock sprayed, sending gobs of cum everywhere. She continued to stroke it while it was still sensitive from cumming for over a minute. She held him there as he was unable to push her off her. Lisa smiled and turns around licking her now sticky hand. Her ass was perfect as she walked away. She spun around and gave him a round house kick knocking him out.She woke him again. She grabbed him by his hair and dragged“Think it time we discuss how our working relationship going to be” She SaidHe. ..that’s your fantasy, isn’t it?” When least expected, opportunity will come for you, won’t it? Six months of writing filthy fictitious stories and years of masturbating to public-sex fantasies came to check the reading on my freak-meter. The responsibleness in me resisted; I was a grown woman. The wetness in me wanted; hell, I was a grown woman. Nevertheless, I offered a justified push back. “I don’t know you.” “Makes it all the more interesting, does it not?” Ugh, it did. But I didn’t dare. Her large firm breast swelled over the very thin nylon strip that was designed more to display rather than conceal them. They protruded proudly marking a distinct contrast to her thin waist and more than ample compensation for her well rounded, perky little ass that was her stock and trade. Marks eyes were fixed on her, taking her in like fine wine, and the sweet scent of her perfume was once again intoxicating him. He offered her a drink and they sat on the sofa. As they moved closer he could.