I'll just have to see about that. What else... there must be more... what other ideas do you have? Tell me I want to know. Tell me now!" as she kept r...bbing me, keeping me excited and on the edge. The more excited I got, the more loose my jaw became. "I, uh, you know, kind of like women's lingerie and their clothes." Do you mean the pretty undies that I already wear or is there something more? Do you mean you'd like to wear some pretty panties and maybe a bras well, maybe some stockings or a. She turned back around and faced me. I told her I wanted to get behind her and feel her pussy behind that black lace. “Like this?” she asked while moving her hand down behind her. She slowly placed her middle finger underneath her lace. I knew exactly what she was doing. She was fingering herself. Even though I couldn’t see behind her thong, I could tell she was making it nice and wet. I wanted to be the one to put my finger inside her. I knew she would feel amazing. Her hole is made for. How about a little Viagra, just to spice things up. Would you like that?" Yes, Mistress Melissa," I replied. My mouth was still dry, and the thought of swallowing a pill made me add, "But, please, Mistress, I don't know if I can swallow a pill, because my throat is so dry."Doris stepped out of my field of view. I heard her open the little room refrigerator, and heard ice falling into a glass. Presently, she came back into view, holding out what appeared to be a glass of orange juice over ice.. I have a hard time resisting a pussy in need of being bred, too.” I shivered, my girl-dick throbbing in skirt.“Breed me, Madam President!” a woman howled from the studio audience.There was a reason a barricade was erected between us and the audience, a screen of metal that didn’t block their sight of me, but kept them from being able to rush the stage. And held far enough back, my pheromones would only just reach them.“So I came up with a plan on the spot.” I glanced off-stage to where my young.