I know your little clitty is all hard and swollen underneath that pretty dress but when I'm out I flirt with real men." I was a little hurt. Mistress... had always admired my cock and had often said that she’d enjoy me fucking her. For a brief moment, I wanted to show her that I could be a real man but part of me was excited at my predicament. There was a strange thrill in being humiliated and knowing that I was her servant, preparing her for an evening of flirting and possible sex. I was. That had been my main fantasy. My reward was, I could take Fred’s cock deep into my throat, without gagging. Fred must have been getting close, as I felt him thrusting his hips forward, and felt his hands on the back of my head, forcing my face into his groin, and his cock deep into my throat.Opening my mouth as wide as I could, allowed Fred to bury his cock deeper into the constriction of my throat. I could feel his cock stretching my throat, scraping the walls of my throat as he fucked me. I. Monica said, George you don’t need come to me for a shave I will come to you when I need it.” “I want to do this again tomorrow.” “I will ask Christy if I can suck out every sperm from you.” “This made me feel wonderful to be a woman.” If Christy does not marry you on Saturday I will.”Christy got on the machine again and said, “I only got one orgasm and all those girls got two.” When Christy gasp with pleasure and began to voice out her pleasure louder with each breath Christy had the pleasure. There was also twosmall pile of ashes where Jared and Matt stood.Willow stood there with blue static charges of residue magic running upand down her body. Through the haze of what just happened she knew shehad to get out of there and the only safe place she ever had was thebookstore with Erin. So in the daze of shock and confusion she headed outthe Exit door. But from somewhere she had the presence of mind to pullthe fire alarm on the way out to her car.As Willow on auto pilot drove down the.