Neither will remember the moment when Hector rams his cock into his daughter Rosa and Dean Michaels plunges through Natalie's cherry. The debauchery w...s supposed to be forgotten.All evidence was supposed to be erased from the subjects' minds. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Rosa Andalucia– Moments after DeactivationI blinked and shook my head. I suddenly felt so hot. A dizzy wave washed over me. I stumbled and found myself clutching to my friend Natalie. She grabbed me, her blonde hair swaying. ..yeah," Miranda stammered. "I'm Heather. What's your name?" the woman asked quietly. "Miranda." It came out as a whisper. Then, just loud enough for the others nearby to hear: "Oh my god! Miranda! I haven't seen you in ages! I didn't recognize you without your glasses...how are you?" Heather pulled another chair up next to Miranda and continued to make inane small talk just loud enough to be heard nearby. Once seated, she leaned close as if the two were sharing an inside joke. "I think I. Well, we left together and I fucked her. I guess that should have given me a clue, but sometimes we can purposefully be stupid. The thing was, she wasn’t a prostitute, meaning she didn’t set a price or negotiate a deal. She told me she was divorced and had a fourteen-year-old son who was living with his father at the time, but she had to help support him. Well, the up-shot is, I gave her money.For some reason I couldn’t shake her from my mind, and when we were home again, I looked her up. And. "Ms Adams said she would enjoy watching me worship them." His cock bobbed as she pulled one of the boots from the bag. She stretched the boot to its full length, smiling with satisfaction at his look of bewilderment."Would you like to see me wear one? Take off my left shoe." Fenton eagerly removed her stiletto and the dominant woman slowly uncrossed her legs, making sure he had plenty of time to peep between her glorious thighs; her black tights were crotch-less, and a g-string nestled between.