The room shook, causing dust to fall from the ceiling, and the Jabberwock blanched, jerking its head up and slamming it into the top of the opening. H...is yell went on for several seconds, his whole body vibrating with power. His own voice sounded like it was far away, and he realized he was hearing an echo from the distant mountains.It was the rage-filled cry of a banshee.Letting out another roar, he charged the jabberwock, sliding his dagger free of its sheath. The beast was stunned, but had. ‘I don’t think I heard your answer slut’, she hissed and I quickly blurted out ‘Yes Mistress Marsha’ . I watched as I said it and tried to prepare myself in case she was to hit me again. But instead of a slap she deliberately reached down and slowly caressed me, sliding her fingers along and into my wetness. A gasp escaped my lips as I was entered. ‘Open your legs wider’ she said. ‘Yes Mistress’ and I opened my legs as wide as the confined bucket seat would allow. She played with me for a few. I looked at the crotch and saw that they were still very wet. I lifted them to my nose and inhaled the rich pussy smell from them. My first smell of the forbidden fruit! My cock was instantly hard. I took my cock in my hand and while I pumped it up and down. I breathed in the pussy aroma. My orgasm even more intense that the earlier one. I carefully pushed the panties back into the laundry basket. The question about whether they belonged to Rob's mother or sister played in my mind. The smell of. You're so hot. If I make my hands lighter, it could almost be you stroking me, and me stroking you. You bend over to get a better look at those tits of yours, nestling in the constraints of your bra - pushed up and together and making me hard. If I zoom out enough I can see your tits in the mirror and your ass, stuck up in the air with that little skirt tight over your buns, riding up so I can see a blank band of your pantyhose circling your thighs. Oh my God. Not that I'm complaining, but I've.