? slipping one hand between her legs, forcing her again to her tip toes, he found her pussy dripping wet.? "you are such a? fucking whore!? you're so ...et for your Master!."? he brought his pussy juice covered fingers to her face and wiped them off on her cheek, then reached down pulling her pussy lips apart again he told her to let her feet down.? she yelped when her clit hit the wood, then kept begging "please.. please... please stop."slapping her face again he ordered her to "shut the fuck. Shouting. Whatever!"Debby was disturbed not so much by his defensiveness as the odd spikes in his psychic aura. Now that she had a chance to examine them properly, she discovered that her and Cassie's initial assessment had been off. He did not have two entities in his mind fighting one another. They were both manifestations of his own self.It had nothing to do with the potion, though its effects helped bear it out. Whatever shouting match was going on in his head, it was his own voice and not. I did it out of love for her and some remorse for the bad times I had put her through. I was doing my best to try making it up to her.Dorothy's husband Howard died of a heart attack the same year Mary found out about her cancer. They were there for each other. Dorothy was two years older than Mary.Dorothy's kids lived out of state and came home for their father's funeral. Mary was by Dorothy's side holding her hand during the funeral service. After her kids went home Mary was worried about. My mind turned inside out. My brain had left the building, taking up residence in my balls, where a serious need was boiling within. Aimee's question reverberated in my empty skull, and I knew what I had to do in order to achieve my release."Yes..." I started to say, and as I said that first word, Aimee released her grip on me, and my balls went ape shit. "Oh... My... GOD... !" I cried as my seed belatedly entered Aimee's waiting chamber. I had felt this way once before, when I had tried to.