” she said.“Lady? That’s funny he said, giggling as he turned and headed for his room, “Ladies don’t flash their pussies and tits at their B...rothers and grab their cocks in the bathroom, not to mention going into their Brothers bedroom in the middle of the night and molesting them...” he giggled again.“Oh yeah right, you forgot to mention the part where she forced you to get a hard on and shoot cum over and over again.” she chanted as she finished pissing and was just reaching for the paper when. “You’re not so little after all, are you? But I see I haven’t excited you yet. No matter. Now look at the screen.”He did. He saw his poem, “Passion Ablaze” sitting benignly before him, almost raising an eyebrow at him as if to say, well, you wrote me, whaddaya gonna do? She wandered behind him again.“I’m going to read it to you, and you’re going to sit and listen.” She began to read from the screen, running her hand over his head and messing up his thinning hair. Bitch, he thought, if you pull. One of those items thoughtfully suited one of Dominique's personal hobbies: her joy of reading.When the lights turned on, and my eyes adjusted to Dominique standing there above me once again, I felt relieved, at least at first. She was dressed in pink cotton pajamas that looked comfortable and non-intimidating. She waved a thick book at me, with the cover strategically blocked by her fingers--she was embarrassed to reveal to me her rather cliche enjoyment of vampire literature."150 pages."She. He could see her juices slowly dripping down her skin and pooling around her pinkish-brown asshole. His eyes were darting from her open pussy, a gaping hole waiting for his cock, and her anus, incredibly tight and irrestible.“Oh Mistress, please let me masturbate with you. Please Mistress, I beg of you to let your slave pull on his cock as he watches you play with your delicious cunt,” her slave called out in agony, a pain building up from his lack of release. His hands, which had been firmly.