Alex woke covered in sweat for the third night this week. Not only was she free love poem soaked love with sweat, but lesbianlove her thighs lesbian were damp and lesbian she felt satisfied, somehow sedated even. She remembered those dreams as if they were real.
"I will repeat it no more, Alex, tell me what you love want." Again love the voice husked into her ear. 'What DO I want?' she thought, 'I'm dreaming again so love I may as well go with the flow, indulge in the fantasy... Before she could utter what she wanted three consecutive CRACK CRACK CRACKS across her already stinging ass.
His hands rubbed over her ass gently free love poem, gingerly as one finger pressed free love poem hard against her hole lesbian, teasing, as she moans, and then sliding to her wet pussy. Dipping a gloved finger lesbian inside her lesbianlove as love if to test her reaction and as she twitched and free love poem her muscles tensed in response to him, his touch, he love withdrew it and drew circles around lesbian her clit, over her clit, touching her clit lesbian. Driving love her mad with desire. Maddening circles. Maddening hypnotic circles. There was that word again lesbian. Hypnotic. Was she hypnotized? Oh! the fingers felt so lesbianlove good. She wanted more.
"I want to cum lesbianlove, Sir." then laughter, she heard roaring free laughter. She lesbianlove'd displeased love him or free amused him, she couldn't love tell which. Suddenly he was jerking her up to her knees and pulling her poem bound wrists above her head. Not very comfortable but not painful either. The sudden loss of control lesbian causes her nipples to harden into tiny, tight screaming buds free. They wanted attention lesbian too. She's lost total control of her body and she's not sure love why her nipples lesbian obey his touch online. She's thinking too lesbian much again lesbianlove. Is poem she hypnotized? Thinking again? Wondering again lesbian... mind wandering ...
"Please, finger lesbian fuck my ass until I cum Sir, Please," her own voice sounding hollow and far away poem to her. She was his toy now. His plaything love. And she listened for the sound of his voice, she waited for instruction. There lesbian was almost online no thought now. Only obedience love. She was there in that poem place where there was no need to love think, no thinking, no lesbian need, only obey, his voice, that voice the one that commanded her in her dreams, in her sleep...
Alex felt lesbianlove the urging tug lesbian between her lesbian legs again. Silently willing herself to stop having these primal urges, her mind lesbian drops into conversation with her aching sex. To free love poem anyone who could overhear her, Alex would appear to be programming her free sexual desires. Indeed she had free love poem been programmed by her own mind, her own dreams, her own doing... Hypnotized by her dreams, controlled by her own subconscious mind lesbian, her sexuality poem. Taking a life of love it's own and programming her into a sexual entity. Alex no longer minded, but sometimes lesbianlove the urges came at lesbian times when she wished she could control them. Like now, here in the office. Alex crossed her thigh-high hosed legs and pressed them love together into her sex. She only lesbian has to make it another 15 minutes through this meeting and lesbian she can run to the love Ladies room as she lesbian's done so many times lately to satisfy herself.
"I will repeat it no more, Alex, tell me what you love want." Again love the voice husked into her ear. 'What DO I want?' she thought, 'I'm dreaming again so love I may as well go with the flow, indulge in the fantasy... Before she could utter what she wanted three consecutive CRACK CRACK CRACKS across her already stinging ass.
His hands rubbed over her ass gently free love poem, gingerly as one finger pressed free love poem hard against her hole lesbian, teasing, as she moans, and then sliding to her wet pussy. Dipping a gloved finger lesbian inside her lesbianlove as love if to test her reaction and as she twitched and free love poem her muscles tensed in response to him, his touch, he love withdrew it and drew circles around lesbian her clit, over her clit, touching her clit lesbian. Driving love her mad with desire. Maddening circles. Maddening hypnotic circles. There was that word again lesbian. Hypnotic. Was she hypnotized? Oh! the fingers felt so lesbianlove good. She wanted more.
"Please, finger lesbian fuck my ass until I cum Sir, Please," her own voice sounding hollow and far away poem to her. She was his toy now. His plaything love. And she listened for the sound of his voice, she waited for instruction. There lesbian was almost online no thought now. Only obedience love. She was there in that poem place where there was no need to love think, no thinking, no lesbian need, only obey, his voice, that voice the one that commanded her in her dreams, in her sleep...
Alex felt lesbianlove the urging tug lesbian between her lesbian legs again. Silently willing herself to stop having these primal urges, her mind lesbian drops into conversation with her aching sex. To free love poem anyone who could overhear her, Alex would appear to be programming her free sexual desires. Indeed she had free love poem been programmed by her own mind, her own dreams, her own doing... Hypnotized by her dreams, controlled by her own subconscious mind lesbian, her sexuality poem. Taking a life of love it's own and programming her into a sexual entity. Alex no longer minded, but sometimes lesbianlove the urges came at lesbian times when she wished she could control them. Like now, here in the office. Alex crossed her thigh-high hosed legs and pressed them love together into her sex. She only lesbian has to make it another 15 minutes through this meeting and lesbian she can run to the love Ladies room as she lesbian's done so many times lately to satisfy herself.