“I’ve thought about that, Mary. I wondered if you enjoyed being with me just a little. I contemplated why you returned three times and didn’t walk away. Then there was our conversation over coffee on Wednesday when you said it is not forgotten and you did walk away. You were wearing perfume that day, the same perfume you’re wearing now.” I slid the elastic hair tie from the handle of the hairbrush and began brushing Mary’s hair back and gathering it up for a high ponytail, and I was thinking, ‘Interesting, Mary likes to watch us in the mirror. What a great idea! We are like voyeurs watching ourselves.’ “Your nipples and hard, Mary. I can see our reflections in the mirror, and I can smell the musky arousal of your sweet, moist shaved pussy. Does this turn you on, because it does me, and I’m going to screw you hard and fast.” “Michael, I,” Mary started to say before I interrupted, “I want a sexy ponytail, baby. This brush has other uses besides the obvious, so be a good girl and take your medicine,” and I tapped the brush lightly on her shapely ass. “I want you to play with your pussy while I finish your ponytail. Do you masturbate in front of the mirror often?” and Mary blushed, and then smiled, that I guessed her secret, the mirror shows all. “Yes, that’s right, honey, indian your secret is safe with me. Did I tell you how breathtakingly beautiful you look this evening? Make yourself nice and wet for me,” and I rubbed my rock hard cock on her ass cheeks, as I stroked her thick silky ponytail from top to bottom, enjoying asian the thickness and soft, smooth texture between my fingers. “In the Victorian Era, Erotic Literature referred to a woman’s long hair as bedroom hair, and here we are. It is time to follow through what I started on New Year's Eve.” I cupped her perfect, and firm, round breasts in my hands, caressing her rosy upturned nipples with my thumbs as I kissed the sides of her flashing face and neck, making her moan with pleasure. “No, no,” I groaned. She stroked for a few seconds longer before her perfect lips came to it and pushed over the tip and then over the head and Dott’s knees nearly gave way. I was just a fuck toy. Okay, no more poop talk. that's it. The Queen relayed. I go flashing to my surefire cleaning technique and start by burning incense. The sort of crazy stuff that you found on the corners of the internet and yet— I did a hypnotic trigger that will help with that,” Jonathan answered. The tangy passion swelled, my own cunt aching with delight. She had no idea but there was no sign of a strap-on. I let out a gasp of air through my nose and onto her neck as I rubbed the outside of her pussy. It ran down to my pussy, mixing with Officer Murphy's. I sat and watched her work for another few minutes. At first he’d said that he wasn’t sure but in the end I made him promise that he’d be back the next weekend. “She knows what you want, and I am betting she wants the same thing."“She didn’t act like someone who wanted the same thing.” Another smack on her ass sent her shivering in delight. Rising to the same begging pose she held during her earlier pleading Samantha started her next plea in the claiming ritual. In the first two cases the officers were able to restore order, but there were arrests and paperwork and transport to the county jail. My cock was buried deep down the throat and I groaned ever louder. Her musk filled me with want once more. I looked into Tim's room. indian I waved at the computer screens and the lights on the ceiling. “Forgive me, my queen!” the Myrmidon cried in fear as her hands shook. Her hair was a mess, no makeup and oh god I have to hurry. And then it did. She thrust herself asian wildly up and down upon his immense shaft, taking him as deep as her small body would let him, and she gave herself fully to his manual stimulation. Isaac laughed as I swallowed hard. Yet, I will not dwell on the edifice herein. Can I at least put some clothes on, or does my nudity cover the whole of the apartment block.” And not just the sex, which was crazy. scratched. Yeah, like I was disappointed. The sensation was still sweeping through my body. I had so much energy. “MK Ultra!!!” FuckZuckerberg typed.