Eso es lo que le había pedido. Por eso estoy ahí y quiero llegar hasta el final. Así que agacho la cabeza y saco el culo. Me relajo. Quiero ser su ...puta. Me está gustando todo esto. Las bolas entran. La primera, la segunda, la tercera… mi culito virgen de zorra deseosa las va acogiendo hasta que quedan dos fuera. Esas ya no me entran. Da igual, me dice. Se te quedarán fuera como si fueras una cerdita con su rabo rosa. Lo agito para mostrar mi satisfacción. Me siento verdaderamente guarra. Pero. ” “I dream of sinking my fingers deep into your wet pussy in a crowded lift as we travel upward, and feeling you shudder in silent climax as you try desperately not to cry out.” “Oh, that’s good. What else?” “I dream of making you paint my toenails while a roomful of men watch, wondering if we’re lovers, dreaming of us naked, grinding our pussies together. When the pink gloss dries, I push my big toe into your mouth and make you suck on it like your sucking cock. I know you like to suck. As expected she tells me she is afraid, not knowing that this is what I want her to feel. Something took me over this time, maybe the way she was looking at me, fear but trust, it was weird and so hot. I yanked off my shirt and opened my jeans, slipping them off. I had never done this before, I had never even touched the others. Then I tell her to look at my cock and tell me she likes it and wants to lick it. She balks and I remind her that I still have my friend and she doesn't want me to make. She was back!She leaned forward. "Can you angle that mirror so that I can see myself?" she asked the girl. The child did so, and Sue was looking at her own teenaged reflection again.She sat back, looking at her arms, her hands. She still felt very strange, like she wasn't really there.The girl was now looking directly at her...no, through her, Sue realized...and then the child returned to the rear view mirror to look at her again. Was that the only way she could see Sue?"Nope, I don't know you,.