Once we found a spot where not too many people were mingling, I rasped, “How do you know Jason Steeler?”. I couldn’t tell if I was angry, upset,... happy, or distressed. She frowned and tapped her chin, holding her glass in her palm facing the ceiling between her index and middle finger. “Oh, Jason! Why, do you know him?” “How do you know him, Mary?” I asked more loudly, becoming frustrated. I thought I was finished with this. She frowned, hiccupping and swaying back a little. “I met him last. With a bottle of baby oil, they thoroughly oiled my backside from neck to toe - paying particular attention to my enlarged anus. "You're almost ready, slave. We just need to make one more preparation," giggled Susan. Picking up one of her sandals, she began to paddle my already glowing backside. When she was finally satisfied that she had attained the right color, my ass stung. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that it was a bright, fiery red; glowing with baby oil. Gina and Susan then positioned. So i thought why to wait and i told Vinay thati am leaving and will catch you tomorrow. he asked me to wait but i told him i need togo home early as mom had called.saying this i left that day but on my way i was thinking about her and wished if i had got to fuck her. I was imagining her as my Sunny leone and i am have hot sex with her. As i reached home i went straight to the bathroom and masturbated thinking about her. This went on for a week and I thought fucking her was just in dreams and it. I would have to ask her about that later, I thought, and then I recalled that I could read her mind, which I did. I quickly discovered that she was from Montreal and her mother spoke French first, but her father was Israeli. She knew English, French, Yiddish, and Hebrew all like the back of her hand.I fucked Jessica for several more minutes, pumping furiously in and out of her sloppy gash, before she creamed herself all over me and begged me to knock her up. I read her mind and knew that she.