"What are you some type of pervert?" "NO! That's why I never asked. I'd expect that type of reaction. I've always wanted you to suck it. I guess I’...ve been too scared to ask." I became somewhat frustrated and it started to pour out. "It's something I've always thought about. It's a turn on for me. You have the sexiest pair of lips, the warmest mouth, and the hottest tongue." I looked down towards the screen. She appeared upset about what she was seeing and I didn't want to have this turn into. Your fingers slide into the waistband of my my panties and you slide them down so wonderfully slowly, kissing my cheeks as you reveal them. You take my panties down to my knees so that I could not move if I wanted to, and I certainly don’t. Your hands roam tenderly over my exposed bum and I wiggle again, causing you to slap first one cheek and then the other. I jump at the slaps, feeling the warmth spread through the cheeks and I eagerly wait for more. You don’t slap me with your hands though,. It wasn't a cock. It had a life of it's own. It was a weapon and he was using it on me. It stopped. I managed to take a clean breath, open my eyes and look up. The leader was looking down on me with mixed emotions flashing over his face. Joy, fear, ecstasy, approval, astonishment. "I've never had it in a tranny’s arse before.“You are one tight bitch!" I was in pain, but such glorious pain.I'd never been so thoroughly possessed before. I knew he was r****g me. No way could it be called regular. }{Thank God!}As long as she's still linked with him, she feels certain she can handle anything. He is her anchor, her path back to the real world should anything happen in the dreamscape.{Yes, I feel that too. It's weird, I couldn't tell you how, but I know I could bring you back any time I wanted. In fact... }She feels a tug on her awareness, similar but not identical to the compulsion she experiences when being forced to watch a specific sequence of events, and the airport terminal begins to.