I knew that it was just a fantasy, but I would jack off at night, dreaming of her plump red lips wrapped around my cock. I imagined what it would feel... like to push her tits together and titty fuck those large boobs. I would fantasize about bending her over the sofa in her living room and really fucking her hard.Right before I started high school I broke my hand at school. I didn't know it was broken, I had thought I had just sprained my hand. When I came home I asked Samantha to look at it.. Years of covering up emboldened her to give the world a good ass show with short skirts with back slits (above the knees, barely the length to cover her ample ass that she had to force through some clothes in order to get dressed) and nylons to cover her juicy legs alongside her tight black hijab. She loved the male attention at her job as a bank teller where she would walk in an inviting manner, clicking her high heels as her curves hypnotized onlookers while her nylon-clad legs craved hugs,. She could give physical form to her power and imbue objects with it."Heather raised a trembling hand to the waistband sitting snug against her skin. She could not get her fingers under it, as if it were a tattoo rather than material. She realized it would never come loose, not until her Mistress willed it. It might as well be a part of her.Laura's hand slid up from Heather's crotch and played with her nipples until she moaned. "Remember where I got my power from, slave. Perhaps she did not. One free blowjob. Good for as long as you want to suck, the paper said.“Oh my!” I said, more than a bit shocked. “Now that is just plain obscene. That’s it! I don’t know who thought that was funny, but I am done with this disgusting little spectacle.”“Oh come on,” Allison said, tugging me back before I could storm off to give Elle Presidente a piece of my mind.“It’s just a goofy little game. I’m sure someone was just trying to be funny. Besides, maybe it was just the one. You don’t want to ruin.