His hips moved in short jerks. Hegrabbed handfuls of Willy's hair."Yes," Arnold hissed. "Suck me off, you half-sexed bitch. Make me cum inyour mout...h. I'm screwing your face, you slut."It appeared that Arnold was one of those guys who got off on talking dirtyto a partner who was sucking his dick. Willy could relate. He had beenthat person not so long ago. Now he was on the other end of the equationor, more practically, on the other end of the cock. He sucked andmanipulated, even though. Ok, but now you have to do something for me. Anything! Promise this is a secret between us, and that you wont back out. I promise, I promise! Ok, take off your shirt on cam. Williams smile faltered when he saw what PBear wanted. Again, a sense of danger filled his senses, as if this was one of those things his father expressly forbade him to do. Then again, his father was also the one who told him never to install games on his computer, and he chucked that rule out the window until his dad just. I heard your thoughts. You weren't aroused at all, seeing me and touching me like that, were you?”“No.”“That filthy old psychopath was. I didn't have to read his mind to know that. He has some new drug he wants to use to make me his sex-slave or something, doesn't he? The sorceress says she can beat him.”“She's wrong. No one can beat him. The best thing we can hope for is that his drug works.”“That sounds like the worst thing. I should be able to resist the effects.”“He'll kill you,. It is her movements that I try to copy as I continue to twist and turn on the floor of their living room.I drop to my knees. I sit facing the big fireplace, my back to the old man in the wheelchair and his wife, and slowly I start to peel off my t-shirt. I know a t-shirt isn't all that elegant, I would actually rather wear a blouse or something even more sexy, like a corset, but they like the t-shirt. It is a reminder of the generation gap between us and she says it's elegant in all its.