”She shoved her hand into the pocket of her jeans. They were so tight I bet she had to pour herself into them. They clung to her thighs and her hips... She had a plump cameltoe shown prominently at the front.Whore wanted every guy to look at her.She produced her phone.“Stop,” I growled. My thoughts prickled hard, little spots of pain rippling across my brain as my new mind control powers went to work. Thanks to little nanites that had flowed into my mind, I could rewrite my brainwaves over. I gasp when I see how thick and long it is.Mike's Story "What are you waiting for bitch? I told you to suck it. Let's see how hard and wet you can get it". I lean forward and grasp her bra strap easily separating the flimsy garment from her body. I can see the reaction to this treatment. She isn't use to it. Little does she know that it is only going to get worse! I reach down and grasp both of her large, pendulous breasts in my hands. As the rock hard nipples slide between my fingers I squeeze. Ngoya Mbute was growling appreciatively with each application of the other woman's ministrations. The pale back of the woman crouched between Ngoya's thighs seemed familiar."Don't let us disturb you, Miss Mbute," Sir Bristow called. From her lack of response I concluded that her attention was sufficiently diverted as to be unconcerned by our presence. "I thought you would like to see this," Merriweather went on. "You remember Nicola James, of course?" Indeed I do." It was then that I remembered. "Tom, I don't want to shockyou, but I own more dresses than most women and if I have my way, I'dwear a dress every day. I enjoy it that much." Holy shit," Tom said. "This is unreal. Is this why you got divorced?" heasked."It's a part of it, yes, but not the whole reason," I replied. "Wait a minute, let me get this strait, you've been doing this since youwere 6 or 7 and you'd rather wear dresses than pants," he said rathersurprised."Yes," I said, "I've accepted it as a part of me. I've had to in.