She then slowly placed her hands in her panties and pushed the panties down in my mouth. As she stood up, the panties were cupped on my mouth and she ...pushed it down, effectively blocking me from speaking.“The panties were wet is it? Well, I was masturbating in it while waiting for you to wake up. I came like three times, or something. Hope you enjoy the flavor of my juice and my sweat mister!” She said, giggling as she fit her panties properly in my mouth. The panties had a little salty taste. What do you suppose Cindy would dowith them? I don't know but I bet she would sure have fun with them.When a sissy hears things like this it makes him sexually excited. Themore devastating the idea is the more it turns them on. Its not thatthey want it or even would like it but the thought of it makes them socompletely submissive that they succumb to the suggestion. Done overand over they actually begin to crave these things even though they maybe embarrassing and humiliating and Chelsea was. She was enjoying that.I tried reaching her pussy but that was difficult in saree. She came near me and whispered, “Stop now and book a hotel room.”With a great surprise in my face, I took my mobile and booked an Oyo room which was just 10 minutes away from the restaurant.We were in no mood to finish the food. We paid the bill and left the hotel on my bike. She sat on one side but was pressing her boobs hard on my back.We reached the hotel. We gave id proofs, paid the amount, and took the key.. He looked like a corpse hanging on strings. Like them, his will had been broken, incinerated by Dominion’s bloodlust. He now understood what Eric had been talking about, about the men in the bar and why they killed themselves. There was no death worse than being killed by him. To die was escape the pain of living, but to be killed by him was to be devoured and spend eternity imprisoned. The only reason why he hadn’t killed himself already was because of his daughters, now held hostage. If he.