I can help you with that, you know” “By all means, please do.” You respond. I stand up, barely able to conceal the bulge in my pants and take ...your hand as we head back to our car.Once in the room with the door shut it’s all I can do to control myself. At the sound of the lock clicking shut I turn and pull you into me, kissing you long and deep, our lips crushing together passionately, our tongues seeking each other. My hands slide from your waist around to your ass. I squeeze and pull you. I moved my fingertips as far asmy gaping vagina and found that I could easily slip both of my index fingersinto its soft entrance. I moved them apart, stretching my hot, supple flesh,opening wider the door to my inner self. I felt absolutely, totally immersedin the anticipation of my self-induced pleasure.I quickly slipped my fingers out of my tunnel entrance and massaged my hugelyswollen inner labial lips, rubbing my juices into the smooth, fascinating andcomplex layers as I explored their. It seemed that the plant peniseswere able to elongate and thicken to whatever dimensions they chose--ifplants could choose--and they might lengthen and swell to a point thatBuffy's mouth and throat, cunt, and asshole could no longer accommodatethem, in which case--well, she didn't want to imagine the consequencesthat might follow from such a state of affairs. The monstrous plantstalks already filled her to the bursting point, stretching her asshole,vagina, and lips far more than she would have. Besides, I get turned-on by the idea of controlling a woman who will assists me in enslaving other women," he clarified."Thank you, Master! I appreciate your kindness and thoughtfulness. Speaking of her, though, I think she's almost at our booth," she told him."Speaking about me how?" Sophia interjected curiously."Uh, well, it's just something complimentary. That's all," Natasha stammered as Gavin winked at her."What's that 'Master' business, then?" the waitress probed. "Natasha is my sex.