And the two of them began to continue their game for me to watch. I had not only realised that I was a capable Domme in such games, but also I realise...d my desire to be a voyeur.George told Lorraine to stand and remove her clothes, and I did the same. Within minutes we were both naked and aroused. And as George moved closer to her, running her finger between the tops of Lorraine’s thighs, I was touching myself the same way as if my finger was gathering Lorraine’s sticky nectar. As George tasted,. The soft tear trickling down her left cheek onto the pillow covered in her golden ringlets was the ever familiar reminder of just how miserable she felt inside.She closed her eyes as if to stop her tears, to stop her useless crying. What good does crying do? What good comes from the emotions unseen by the man who needed to know them the most? Unable to hold back her quivering chin and rising chest dying to let out her sobs, she released that built-up silent scream into the night.She turned to. "If you dig down far enough, you'll find the metal shell I showed you last night." So that was all real, then?" Jeff asked, his eyes widening.Béla looked at him, annoyed again.'What is with these humans that they can't believe what they see in their dreams?' Béla asked herself, frustrated. 'No wonder they have such trouble communicating with each other!'They walked another hundred yards, then Béla suddenly pulled Jeff off to the side of the road, tumbling the both of them into a shallow ditch.. “Do you know why I stopped you?”“Did I just run a red light?” Sheila grinned sheepishly and did a half-giggle of shy innocence.One of the unintended consequences of the way she held her hands was her extended arms acted as a vice and squeezed together her boobs and accented her cleavage. It didn’t help much that the top two buttons were open on the flannel shirt she wore over her braless chest. Whether she intended to or not, she was giving the young guy an eye-full.“Yes, and ... do you have a.