If her skin was as soft as it looked. What it would feel like to kiss her. She felt her legs tightened as she realized what she was doing, but she was... too close to the end to stop. She moved her fingers faster and faster over her most sensitive parts as the water dripped over her hands, adding to the heat. Her climax caught her just as she found herself picturing Chloe’s hands on her body.She stood, breathing heavy, as the water caressed her aching body. She groaned to herself feeling. She could feel that dampness in her knickers again. Karl sat still a few feet away saying nothing but Jerome was standing very close by. “You don’t know the power you have, do you Claire?” Jerome told her. “Nuclear power is nothing when compared with pussy power.” She had to smile. She was the one who felt afraid but she was actually the most powerful person there. Suddenly Jerome’s hand alighted on her shoulder. She hesitated for a moment and it was all that he needed. His lips pressed. I liked the struggle. Feeling like I'm being forced into a difficult position and having someone mercilessly fuck my face as I gasped for air. I guess I like it because this is such a safe place. I wouldn't actually like to be raped of course, but it was fun to pretend like I was for a bit. I liked the humility of it, the feeling that I'm not in control. It's always something I've been attracted to sexually. I like having someone else push my boundaries and control me. It's just the way. In the late nineteen sixties, which was the classic muscle era the auto manufacturers were in all out warfare. They produced car after car to try to gain dominance over a population that was in love with cars. The Camaro, the Challenger, the Charger, the GTO, the Firebird, the Barracuda, The road runner, the Electra 225, which was known on the streets of course, as the deuce and a quarter were all highly regarded as being in line for the crown that was worn by everyone's favorite Pony car, the.