I feel my underwear change from the cotton roughness of jockey shorts to the firm control of webbed spandex. I feel a seam ride up the crack of my ass.... I feel a pulling action on my butt cheeks trying to lift them up. Finally, I feel the seam of my pants press firmly into my defining slit. Next, I feel my self lose consciousness.The clock says - 8:31AM - "What the hell happened to me" I am groggy after the last episode. After a second I realize what has happened to me. I have a seam of my. I moaned through our kiss (which had at some point turned into a French kiss) as a load of semen came spurting out of my cock and made a faint “pinging” sound as it landed on the metal stair. I then noticed that Kyle’s pants and underwear had also come down and he too was rapidly jacking off. I saw his cock twitch and I knew he was close to cumming. I wanted so badly to taste his cum, so I reluctantly pulled away from his lips and took about half of his rod into my mouth, massaging the head of. “Frank. Please.”He licked her asshole once again, pushing inside as far as he could.“You like?”“Fuck yeah!” she said, earning herself a slap on her buttocks which disturbed some nearby starlings.“No swearing. Dirty little girl!” Frank smiled however at her arousal and looked up at the perfection of her pussy, the small inner lips, the moisture trailing from her vagina and the little hood over her clitoris that had moved back slightly. He wondered if it was usual for a nineteen year-old to find. What was I just dreaming about? I’m supposed to be an empowered woman. Why was I dreaming about a man ripping my shirt off? I wince as I notice how wet I am. “Stop it,” I try to tell myself but I start daydreaming again as I imagine Dom again. This time he’s in the bathroom and no one is around. “Anna,” Dom calls out, “I’m going to reward you if you’re a good girl.” He walks over to the stall and I see his shadow under the door. “And I’m going to punish you if you’re a bad girl.” He.