He was just holding stretchy pantyhose in onehand and still held the belt loop of my pants in the other. "What the..."a big smile appeared on his fac.... "What kind of a sissy are you? Nowonder you hang out with the girls. Hey Carl! Come look at this."Carl had already popped his body up and exited with a jump out thedriver's side window leaving his car still running.Carl looked on very amused. "It looks like we got ourselves a littlesissy that likes wearing girls clothes." Come on guys,. Mercy watches, enraptured by the sight as if she can’t peel her eyes away. Before long, the man yanks his cock out of the other’s mouth. The alien woman stays on her knees, the man watching with a smile on his face.“Over there,” he orders after a few seconds, pointing to an elevated, flat rock.The woman floats to her feet and slips onto the rock. The placement of the rock and the woman’s position gives Mercy a perfect view of her dripping pussy. Mercy is instantly aroused, the heat between her. “Get down and lick,” I commanded.He hesitated just a moment before dropping to his knees before me, leaning in to lick some pleasant nasty circles all over my permanently hairless labia, his slobber mingling with my juices as I stroked his hair. I wasn’t fond of Randolph, but I would at least tolerate him for the moment. You might think I had some sort of magical Talent that allowed me to compel mortals to do what I wanted, and in truth some do have such gifts, but you’d be surprised how far a. ‘Che cosa stai facendo qui?’ The outburst was not surprisingly in Italian but he understood enough to emerge slowly from the shade as she stood up and wound a bath towel around her body. ‘Who are you?’ She spoke again with no trace of embarrassment in her manner nor any hint of anger in the voice. ‘Max Weinberg.’ ‘Ah, of course. The American who has come to sell me a painting.’ At least he now knew that this was his hostess. ‘I arrived yesterday.’ ‘And now you spy on me.’ He held up his hands.