She was panting for air, and I teased again. Tsk tsk tsk…it doesnt sound like youre sorry at all, you little bitch. It seems to me like you WANTED ...to interrupt and you knew exactly what you were doing. Looks like someone is asking to be punished. With that I brought my hand down as hard as I could against her ass, slapping it so hard her thighs jiggled and a red mark was left. She let out a soft scream and wimpered Im sorryy!! I slapped her ass again, harder this time say it again. I. When she noticed what Bushra was doing, Khuzama got in on the act as well. It was definitely 'Tease Dean Day', all day. At least Adeena didn't join in as well. Two of his wives teasing him was bad enough, but if there had been three...Bushra had three goals that night: to get pregnant, to enjoy herself and to teach Dean. She wasn't sure if she managed the first, but she achieved the second and third. Three times. Dean was very willing both to learn and to help with her other goals. She could. I had to use it on the receptionist to get into the building by saying that we were in a relationship and that you were in trouble. Then I described what you did, and the state you were in, and how you named me as your proxy to the examiner. Had to use it twice on him to get it to stick, but he put it into the system and registered it.”“That’s ... an incredibly powerful Skill. {I’ve never heard of a Skill like that!}What the fuck, Will? Why do you have something like that while I’m stuck. I want to pull you into my orbit and complete the journey we have set out on. Your legs part in acceptance of the sacredness of the moment. You are pregnant with the Goddess as I open your flower. My agile fingers penetrate your fissure, ringing your stamen. “My love” I whisper. “Say you are mine.” Your voice cracks as the words begin to form then dissipate in a chorus of moans. Your cries of passion reverberate through my body. The vibrations echo down my spine. My thighs are wet with love.