“Sierra is really really good, Even better than Ashley, I think.” He almost spat out the water he was drinking. “She is. I bet Ashley is pret...ty good too. I mean I know she is, from what I’ve seen of her play. Playing,” Alan fumbled over his words, thinking of something other than soccer.“Do you think their relationship will last when they go to college? I mean as more than just a friendship?” He looked at her, not sure of what to say. “Honestly, I always thought it was a phase, you know,. You'd be quitesuccessful. How would you like that? Shall I tune your body to matchthe profile? " Mistress asks with a smirk on her face. "Would you likethat? Like, I can do what I want. Like, anytime I want." Mistress mocksthe valley girl accent. Marci gets the point and lowers he gaze."Please Mistress, I'm sorry. Like, please remove this." Marci pleads inan apologetic tone. "Much better". Mistress removes the profile."Good girl." As mistress spoke those words, a small wave of pleasureflushed. She stood about 5’ 8” and had a curvy body. Rod thought to himself, ‘I am going to get to know this lady, I just hope she is not married.’ He made his way over to where she was speaking to some other guests and waited until she had finished her conversation. He then stepped up to her and introduced himself and asked her name. “Hi, I am Rob Sperry, what is your name.” She turned to him and responded, “Hi, you must be Jack’s brother. I’m Stephanie McLean, a colleague of his.” “Well Stephanie, I. She then slid the tip of her finger into the puckered opening of Crystania's ass and curled it upward, stroking it slightly within.Crystania bucked her hips upward with each thrust of the wooden toy, grasping her firm breasts and tweaking the nipples as she climbed her mountain of pleasure once more. The heat within her swelled, and she screamed from between clenched teeth as it filled her whole body.Just as blackness threatened to cloud Crystania's vision from the painful swell of pressure.