I stood up and pulled Donna upright and said to Maggie "Feel her tits", as Maggie sort of in a fumbling way felt my wife's tits.As I undressed my wife... and stripped her down to just her knickers, her hand was still on the front of Maggie's panties. "Feel Donna's box" I said to Maggie, she looked shocked as I grabbed her hand and placed it on Donna's cunt, "Rub her" I ordered, and soon both girls were sat rubbing each other, what a fucking turn on I was as hard as I'd ever been.Donna soon moved. Of course, I'll capture a guy tonight, in my little web of lust. Of course, I'll take her money.When we arrived at the club, I saw many guys looking at me. Perhaps it was my short denim skirt and a pink lacy crop top that came just to the top of the skirt at my waist. Maybe it was the subtle waves in my soft long blond hair. Perhaps it was my expertly applied make up that naturally enhanced my features and made my blue eyes "pop". I'm not sure, but it's the same reaction I get every Saturday. Begging and sobbing.Thuushk in his throne chuckling a deep rumble. His dick erupting. Larallin’s own sisters were attending the giant cock. They lapped up their master’s jizz as they caressed the big green shaft.Finally the dozen strikes were over. The Elf sissy sinks to his hands and knees. His poor rear stinging and red.Not as red as Jentif’s cock as she lays it between his soft asscheeks. “Ready for this Lara.” The red woman asks. Calling him by his humiliating sissy name. He nods. “Good. He was an expert manager, a people handler, delegating responsibility and making others believe he trusted them. He was, in a word, slick—eminently slick. I’ve heard it said that there are actors who immerse themselves in their roles until they’re saturated with their characters, and then there are actors who take a different approach and actually fool us into believing that they’re who they’re pretending to be. The former convince us with a mass of detail, the latter by weaving some magic.