One man, who from his voice she assumed was an American, was a huge brute, whose crew-cut hair and large florid face made look grotesque. He looked ab...ut sixty, but very strong. With him was a younger man, about twenty-nine or thirty, a pale-faced specimen of manhood. She hated the way "pale faced" eyed her, as if she was there to be bought if he so chose to pay for her.At the bar was a man and woman in their middle forties. They seemed to be husband and wife, and that was how they were. We didn’t have a chance, I didn’t have a chance, and our short union was over.’ After a quick breath, ‘I contacted Dr. Harb to go over the options again after most of my facial reconstruction surgery was completed, and…’ Dylan gathered himself. ‘Don’t panic, just say it,’ and with surreal calmness, ‘The alternative I chose to that radical procedure was a different surgery. I had a mechanical device, a prosthesis, implanted in my genitals, and lower abdomen. Inside my penis’ shaft are special. Just insert your cock and make me yours. We can talk later after you conquer my body and my pussy, lover, baby.” I saw her hand moving towards our thighs junction.Knowing her intention, I lifted my body, supporting myself with my hands. Padma Aunty took my cock in her hand and rubbed her pussy lips up and down with my cockhead. She had closed her eyes while doing that, her lips were shivering, and her pussy was dripping.I thought she had an orgasm. Padma Aunty rubbed her pussy, parted its lips,. The Akoya Stone hung in the sky as Yuki cavorted beneath it, kneeling before a massive black man and worshipping his almost stereotypically huge cock with her mouth and tongue as a huge mastiff hound mounted her from behind, punishing her weeping cunt with its angry red cock.I pulled my mind free, half-expecting to hear Yuki in the throes of a massive orgasm, but instead there was simply the sound of her breathing. I realized I had learned another lesson; I could invade the mind of a sleeping.