‘Ever since I saw the first show. You’ve been my secret obsession.’ Velvet laughed, glancing at him quickly. ‘Hey, I know how many fans you ha...e and we can’t all be wrong.’ ‘But you’re not the same as most of the others.’ ‘How do you know that?’ ‘Your story. The way you wrote it.’ He set his glass down, briefly touching her hand to gain contact with her eyes. ‘I liked it very much.’ She looked away with a shy smile, fanning her face. ‘You all right?’ ‘Just overwhelmed.’ She let loose with a. I realize that this is a porn cliché, but here’s the reason this is so important: hearing herself articulate her desire to have you cum in her mouth—in effect, siding with you against the success of her own life’s work–will force her to realize how much she needs your semen as well as to how much you now completely control her will. This admission should totally break her spirit, making her much more docile and easy to manipulate in the future, so take your time and don’t underestimate it’s. But there was nolet up, I kept the tempo up and made her climax twice more before shebegged me to stop."STOP....please.....stop....I need FUCKING!" she screamed.I gently removed my fingers proud of the fact I had turned mywife...Mistress into a gibbering wreck, loving the fact I had given her somuch pleasure. Mistress Jenny pushed me from between her legs and sat up.She then slid from the bed and positioned herself feet on the floor upperbody on the bed, her glorious bottom and ripe pussy. He was less pleased with the Drach’s efforts regarding the foot-locker and sure enough, Leven emptied the top drawer of Faragon’s locker all over the gleaming clean floor. “Fan-head, after you squared away your footlocker you will detail clean the hall.”It was a tradition as old as the corps itself, Drill Instructors applied nicknames to recruits and because of his elaborate fan-shaped membrane connected head spikes on each side of his elongated head, Faragon was called Fan-Head. Faragon, so.