“I am really sorry, Mildred,” Chloe said.“You didn't help her steal the panties, kitty cat,” I told the eighteen-year-old blonde futa. “So d...on't feel sad. We'll deal with Sasha. She didn't mind-control anyone?”“She tried, but her panties didn't work on us and mine didn't work on her,” Chloe answered.That was good to know. Would mine work on Sasha's, or was she forever going to be a free agent doing her own thing? Well, maybe things weren't so bad then. I still had the other two. I knew who. My piercing green eyes watching you as you stare at me and lick your lips.My fingers glide across my nipples and start to tug on them, rolling them between my fingers and pinching as they grow harder. I let them go and you see the now hard peaks on my chest. You are dying to get your lips on them.I climb on the bed and stand over you. When you look up you can see my glistening wet pussy lips above you. Watch my hand move down my body to my waiting pussy. I slowly rub my lips and slide a finger. "Okay, the first blast of the storm had passed, I thought it was time to say something, "What was wrong with it, it seems a little high?" It started coughing and farting about this morning, they said it was a timing belt and when they pulled everything apart they found the water pump was about to shit it's self, so they were real nice and replaced that as well. Jesus, I needed this like a hole in the head." It still doesn't sound right to me, how long did they have the car?" About 5 hours,. She managed to tear her eyes away to look at my face, and in a new, huskier, voice, she asked, “does that feel better, darling?” – and got nothing but the dumb, open-mouthed nod once more for an answer as she jumped up on to the sofa beside me, maneuvering us into the positions we had been in on the lounger. "If you say 'stop' at any time, we stop, okay?" she asked me. I must have looked horrified at the idea, and shook my head frantically, and she laughed, a sweet, kind laugh.She put one hand.