”“Oh, no. That’s like in a fairy story.”“Yep, a fairy tale.” I pressed my cock, dripping with Alice’s cunt, against her asshole. I shove... it in a few times to get nice and wet for Natasha. “And you wouldn’t want that to happen. Like Cinderella at midnight. It’ll go away. Poof.”“No,” she moaned. “I don’t want that. I love having a special ass.”“Good,” I grunted and thrust my cock into the bimbo’s married asshole.And damn it if wasn’t a tight, sucking hole. My hands gripped her hips, fingers. Her fingernails clawed into his ass but he barely noticed. The sensations of her pussy walls squeezing around his cock with her orgasm made him shudder and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. He continued thrusting into her deeply, as deep as he could until his balls smashed against her, her ankles in his hands and her legs splayed open wide so he could see her bald mound beneath him stuffed and swollen and split open with his meat.Then it was his turn to moan loudly, feeling his prick. James was so confident in his creations that the whole mansion was full of his security tech. A completely automatic system took care of everything. It immobilized intruders and brought them to the confinement room if necessary. Most of the time it just killed whatever had been in close range, but this was the first time a person have found their way to the mansion. Just like Samuel had said, an illusion field surrounded the mansion so no one could see it from the outside and the security. After dinner the two women stood to leave, and Mia froze. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs and wondered if anyone could see. The flush of her skin was obvious, but patrons might think it due to the wine rather than being teased and edged throughout dinner.Natalie stood, adjusting her skirt and took Mia’s hand in hers.“Come to the bar with me for a minute,” she said, pulling Mia’s hand and drawing her towards the front of the restaurant. Their waiter was standing behind the bar.