He smiles, that same predatory smile again, and kisses me slowly. I moan at the taste of him, my fear temporarily removed, and squeak in protest when ...he pulls away. He undoes the clasp on my new bra, bought just for this occasion, a nice black push up that I absolutely love. I wiggle, uncomfortable again, and gasp when he pinches my left nipple, not gently but hard, causing a little explosion of pain. He brings his mouth to the other and suckles hungrily, letting the intense new pleasure offset. .His memory began to fade:Wayne ...Way ...Wa ...At 3:45 p.m., Wilma opened her eyes. She stretched, and her face broke outinto a delighted grin as she saw that she was everything she wanted to be.She rose up and slowly slid on a sexy black dancer's outfit over her nicelytanned body, and slipped into the high heels that Megan had left for her.Wilma gave a twirl in front of a full length mirror, tossed back her hair,wiggled her butt and, still grinning, strolled out of the room as if she wasa. I thought she was pissing on my bed. When her breathing was more relaxed, I asked if I had hurt her. Smiling a huge smile she explained, Sweetie, you made me cum&hellip,oh baby&hellip,you fucked mommy good. I asked her if she had pissed my bed, she giggled, No&hellip,baby. You made mommy squirt! It kind of like the way you cum. Cumming that hard is impossible to fake. It taste like sweet water I bet if you tongue my clit I squirt some more. I asked if I could and she said yes, so I did and so. She’s a wonderful girl and would make any priest an ideal wife.’ Gulping, I said: ‘I’m flattered, You Lordship, but I don’t feel as though I’m ready for a mate at this time in my life. I’m so devoted to my people. . .’ ‘And it shows, lad, it shows, and we’re grateful to you. You’re doing a wonderful job here, and your people love you. But you may be underestimating your need for a helpmate, and my Violette needs a man to take care of her. I know she’s not Angelina Jolie, but if you take a.