The real kick, though, the true pleasure, is the slow delicious process of dumbing them down. Drugs, of course, are a main factor. Brainwashing, tortu...re of the psychological as well as physical variety, sexual stimulation and deprivation, fear, hypnosis—in my former capacity as a—well, my former capacity is classified—let's just say I'm well-versed in all the arts of persuasion, gentle and otherwise. That poor meat sissygirl wandering around out there in that sunny field of grass used to be one. I el minso banyador. Ho agafa tot i ho du fins al tocador. All? ho desa tot i s?emprova el banyador. Es queda davant el gran mirall que hi ha una banda de la cambra, on veu completament el seu cos nu. Ella es mira mentre s?acaricia, pensant si el seu cos estar? prou desitjable. Realment anomenar-lo banyador no ?s m?s que una excusa. S?n dues petites tires grogues, que subjectades per darrera el coll, passen entre els pits i s?ajunten entre les cuixes. Tapant lleugerament el forat que all? hi. Sandy had two fingers in my wife’s pussy, now rubbing her clit gently with her thumb. My wife’s moans become louder as Sandy’s fingers moved in and out of her wet cunt. Then my wife moved over between Sandy’s legs and began to lick her pussy, her tongue softly caressing the soft folds of tender flesh. Sandy’s fingers reached down spreading her pussy lips as she purred, “It's all yours my lover.” My wife’s lips covered her clit, sucking harder and harder as her fingers kept pushing deep into. "OK, Doc, I thought as I begun, If nothing else, I've tried it.I clench my sphincter like I would on my lover's thick cock as it rammed me. But this time, I felt something in return. I felt the familiar sensations of being filled up by something, but I got something back as well this time--an almost indescribable wave of pleasure. I couldn't help but speed up, and the faster I got, the more of those shock waves I got. Two minutes in I'm panting wildly, struggling to keep my increasingly louder.