My hands grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed and separated them all the while pressing her pelvis against mine. It was Stacy who broke our embrace fir...st, taking me by the hand and leading me to the doorway of my room.“Jim you need to get a towel for us to put underneath me” she said simply.Stacy went into my room as I headed to the closet to fetch a towel, choosing a big, fluffy white towel. When I entered my room she had turned on the radio and music was filling the room. But of more interest. I also had a flash that there was a vague similarity between Marcyne and Frankie, who was one of the cheerleaders, cultivated a Jackie Kennedy look, but also had a muscular build.“Oh. My. God.” She and I stared for a moment, and then rushed into an intense and nonsexual hug.James Bong told me “She is important to you, and thus to us. You already are emotionally bonded, although you have to update it. With your existing connection, she will quickly accept our mission, the geas, and her. "Yeah! Look at that ass shake!"She saw one of the guys produce a horsewhip; Fatima couldn't help it anymore; she turned around, jumped on the guy, knocking him over and she was now sitting on his dick; pulling him closer to a kiss."FUCK ME ALREADY!!!!!" she wailed "I WANT YOUR HUGE COCK, FUCK THE FOREPLAY!"The guy grabbed her huge ass and thrust up, Fatima started gyrating on his massive erect pole; her face went from an angry, impatient BBW to a slut experiencing absolute bliss as her shitter. ? Again the Queen smiled smugly. "Oh yes. You mightsay she's whipping things into place nicely." Then with asearching look at her stepdaughter she added, "From top to bottom." A slight blush warmed the Princess Lesley's pale cheeks at the QueenMargaret's last comment. Indeed, the former LadyDupont of Chatsworth had a loyal and cunning ally in the dour Miss Simpson. Orphaned at a young age then brought up on an almost daily regimen of therod by her stern fosterparents, .