The angle of penetration changes and I wriggle to accommodate, but Terry holds me firm and I keep still, although I still feel him pulse inside me.“...Kelly would have taken a slap for you,” Terry tells Mitzi.She stares, her eyes huge and her mouth slightly open. Terry’s hand slides down my hot wet front to grip me between the legs and push me even further onto him. A moan escapes me, and Terry’s other hand tightens on my head.“Shh,” he says.I stay quiet and still and he starts making little. "This morning Slave was much more gentle with me. He stood holding my head in position, but didn't violently rape my mouth. He was content to let me stroke and suck him to orgasm. Now it seemed more like making love than rape. After all, this was mostly a show for our Mistresses. They seemed to be enjoying our performance and it felt like it was a long time before Mistress Rachel finally said, "You may climax now Slave." As on previous occasions Slave came on cue filling my mouth with his. The cop's eyes were large as he watched all six shots hit, then stop, on the chest of the knife wielder. The young woman had continued on running past him. Then all six shots dropped harmlessly to the ground. The cop was about to reload when again to his astonishment, the male just poof! Vanished!The young woman had stopped, turning back, she too had her mouth wide in astonishment. Walking to the cop, they both stared at each other shaking their heads. "What just happened?" She asked.The cop. ”“Yes, but not this way. Are we okay right now?”Discovering How Okay We AreI looked at her as if she had just lost her mind before picking her up in my arms and carrying her back towards the bedroom. I tossed her on the bed and dropped down next to her. I pulled her to me again, kissing her with a lot more heat than the short kiss in the kitchen.As I kissed her I let my hands wander down to her waist and then back up again until I was cupping her breasts through my sweatshirt. As we continued,.