I’d never had an orgasm that forceful before. Gathering me up in his arms, he lifted me off the sink and laid me on the floor, I was half unconsciou...s but I didn’t care, he could do what he liked to my body, I was a slave to him.Crouching over my face, he didn’t care that I was barely alive. He knelt over my head, his crotch up to mouth, his hand clasping his erect cock, it wasn’t the biggest cock but it was good enough for me. He was hard as rock, his hand massaged the shaft. He brought his. Tentatively I reached out to touch it, running my finger around the line of the slit, feeling the smoothness of her and the softness around her labia. I got bolder and slid my finger gently along that crack and was surprised that without any resistance my finger disappeared between those soft folds and slipped out of sight. I could feel the heat of her aroused sex on my fingers and I must have touched a nerve as the action on my pussy stopped and she spread her legs for me so I could get inside. Though, from what I’m hearing out of Hong Kong, he’s making a brief little comeback to get his house back in order, then he’s back to his retreat in the Himalayas. Says the air’s cleaner up there, and damn if he isn’t right.”“But if he were real, he’d have to be...”“I DID say I was into older guys. And they don’t get much older than him.”“Well, you control minds, so do The Equals and this Bailey woman; why can’t he be real, too, I suppose?”“Reports are already coming in about a wave of. One of them particularly so. I have watched them grow up from young girls into fine looking women, all now in their early 30’s.Quite some time ago one of them sent me a friend request on Facebook and I accepted. Her name is Emma; well its not really her name but I have always thought of her as Emma for some reason. We have never really communicated much; only maybe joining in on strings on my daughter’s account, and of course the exchange of birthday greetings on the relevant dates.She opened.