Ms. Watson herself sat nervously in an antechamber, sipping Eliza’s famous rose hip tea. She would have died of embarassment if anyone else had seen... her performance, but the first thing she’d had to do was change her panties. She couldn’t believe how wet she’d been, how wet she still was, after what had happened to her. “I talk about how wrong sexualizing women is all the time,” she whispered to herself. “How could I have enjoyed something like that, even a little bit?” Emma struggled to put. ”“So once he is not there, I can misbehave?” I asked in a whisper naughtily.She didn’t respond. I embraced her tightly, pressing her boobs to my chest.“Please, babu! Don’t behave like this when your dad is around. Wait till he leaves.”“When will he leave?”“I can’t ask him that? How am I supposed to ask that?”“Then I can’t wait.”“He can come inside any minute. Leave me and go to sleep.”“No, he won’t come till so soon. I know he always takes to the next room only after 12:30. We still have 1. "We were almost home, "When you sit him down, what would you wear?" Huh?" She seemed confused."I mean, do you dress sexy or perhaps conservative? You might need some form of persuasion?"She spoke more to herself than me, "I never thought of that. But sure, persuasion." So would you fuck him at home first? Just to make sure everything works. He's not a professional like those other two." Gosh, I suppose you're right. We would probably need to do it several times; just to get him at ease." She. At first it appeared human, but no human was so perfect. It was neither female nor male. No words I knew could describe it. Warm golden light made the skin glow and the light became more intense and engulfed me. The light was everywhere, drowned everything else. Then there was pain, as if a sharp object was slowly pushing and turning at the spot between my eyes. The pain increased and it was nothing like I ever felt before and it kept intensifying. I threw up, I barely noticed. I bit my tongue.