Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn’t managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I wa... sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt. "Wait a minute." A voice said."Huh?" Mickey replied, getting off the chair. "Who's there?" It's me, Mickey." The voice said. It was the same falsetto he used while acting out the parts in his drawings. He looked down on the paper and saw the drawing of Miss Melanie Delicious staring back at him. "It's time we had a little chat." She said."Oh man." Mickey replied. "I must be dreaming?. or hallucinating. Probably shouldn't have had that left over taco for dinner." You're not hallucinating." She. I was feeling like I was about to faint as I was getting crazy in pleasure.I was feeling like a slut. The pleasure he caused me was just becoming unbearable. My clenched legs were now getting weaker. My feet were slightly moving apart, slowly giving more room for his naughty fingers.I spread my thighs, yet giving more room. His fingers were now moving up and down and feeling my pussy lips through the thin material of my wet thong. I could feel his cock pressing against the crevice of my ass.As. He had to have her. “Give me your wrists” he ordered. She raised her arms to him and he grabbed a pair of his neck ties and tightened them around her wrists. He then pushed her gently backward on his bed, securing the ties so that each wrist was tied to each ankle. It was a magnificent sight…and he was almost cumming just looking at her. Spread eagle on his bead, she wondered what he had in mind.He reached forward, gently gliding his hands up her thigh as he had always dreamed. She.