I mean dreaming about cumming." What? You had a sex dream?" he asks lifting my chin up to face him."Yes."He hugs me tighter whispering in my ear, "Bab..., that's okay. Why are you crying about it?"I pull away and sit up looking down at him. "There is more to it than that, Jake." I don't understand," he says running his hand up and down my neck, trying to calm me."I love you. You know I do. But ... but ... I want more."Jake sits up looking concerned. "What do you mean, Alexandria? What is this. Then she walked round the desk to my head, pulled me up by my hair, and pushed the glisteningly wet plastic cock into my mouth, forcing me to lick it clean of my own cum. No one had ever done anything like that to me before, and it was a experience both shocking and amazing.Officer Sterling had not finished with her captive yet – she had been very near to climax, but with the experience of administering many cunt-poundings, she had controlled herself despite the stimulus of the vibrating. In fact, I want her to be worked as hard as anyone else, or harder.”Stacey swallowed hard, wondering if her coach knows that this pedestal she was putting her on was horrifying her. Some of these girls were twenty years old. She was terrified of the one with the full sleeve tattoo in particular. She had been looking at Stacey all afternoon as if she wanted to fillet, fry, then eat her. She had the aura of a special forces soldier turned CIA assassin trapped in a cheerleader’s body. On the. It can’t be day-to-day. This relationship was nuclear and it could fuck you up. He knew that. You had to make damn sure no-one knew you were drawing on that power. And one day, when all the good shit was gone from the power source, you had to bury the spent stuff. Deep. Deep down where no-one is going to find it. Not now, not ever. Because the laws against its use are retrospective. And that was only the half of it. Even if you could hide your power source and bury it safely away some day, the.