. Hit me for real. I won’t die, just do it.” Cat, when she went through Heroine training learned to punch correctly. I admitted, it almost hurt. �...��Again. With your left this time.”“Ask me why.”“Why?” She cocked her hip to the side with her fist resting against it, angry at me for making her wear that gorgeous, yet too skimpy, outfit.I activated the Device and a second later had the image I wanted. “Imagine your father seeing you in that get up.” I got another great image. I tossed her back in. Grabbing Debbie's hand again she pulled the silent woman into the massage room and practically threw her onto the table. Kiki's face was a mask of pure lust and desire. Normally she wasn't a particularly forceful or aggressive person but right then the focus of her entire being was to get her lips and tongue into her lover's body. At her silent direction Debbie lay on her back on the table, her legs naturally opening allowing her mistress full access to her body.Climbing up between Debbie's. Standing near the chair, she began a slow, teasing removal of her garments, humming to herself, as she unbuttoned the buttons down the front of the smooth dress, stepped out of it, and let it drop to the floor. She was now dressed in a thin, tight slip that revealed her gauzy, thin, black, nylon bra and bikini panties beneath. Turning her back to the audience, she slowly pulled the straps off her shoulders and tugged the slip down past her waist, then stepped out of it and turned again to the. Both top and skirt had frills on their undersides; the former resembling a bikini top with the strings knotted around the neck. A few eyes at the bar and dance-floor gazed at her jumping cleavage with every step and that skirt. Man, that skirt would leave nothing to the imagination if she bent down to pick up a quarter.“Hi there,” she said with a hand pressed against my lean chest.“Well, hello yourself,” I replied with a wry smile. My warm breath hit her square in the face as she looked up at.