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Stress Relief

Damn, what a day. He'd felt the need to stronger than it had ever before. It was beginning to take over his thoughts and he felt more than a little scared that she would eventually control his every move. He had first felt it today as he'd awakened. She had immediately come into his mind, her sensuality shining like a bright red light. He was not able to get her out of his mind as his conscious, thinking self began to take hold - the red light was still there and he had a scary sense that she was directing it; that she could free his mind if she wanted to. As he shook his head and tried to get her out of his mind she seemed to increase the pressure and to bore deeper into his mind. The more he awakened and tried to push her out the more she held on. That was the really the scary part - the harder he tried something, the stonger her hold became. It was almost as if he relaxed and let her have her way that she would finish with him, leave him alone for a bit, and let him get on with his life. He hated that part of it - the control and the need to submit to her. Why had he ever let her in - because once in, she did not leave?

It all started innocently last summer. They'd met accidentally at an open-air market. He was cruising between the fruit and antique stands and was not really thinking about anything. That act of killing time was so forgeign to his usual actions that he was really enjoyign the morning, the sunlight, and the crowds of old women and kids pushing through the market. He had an uncanny sense that someone was watching him, someone not physically close. He looked up casually to see if he could see anyone staring at him and he found no-one. The feeling of being watched kept coming back and he started to look over his shoulder to see if he was being followed. His fantasy-self felt that perhaps he was involved in a mistaken identity plot and that he was being shadowed by someone who might do him harm. Then reality set in and he tossed the feeling off as just being in a crowd. He continued through the market and back to the hotel. In the lobby, he spotted a wonderfully attractive woman standing by the congierge desk chatting with the bell boys. He looked casually at her and was impressed with her medium length blond hair, her thin legs, and her air of competence and control. She glanced in his direction as if to answer his looks. She smiled and the room lit up. It felt as if she'd sent a bolt of lightning his way and it had hit squarely behind his eyes. He was so taken aback that he stopped in midstride and her smile continued - almost as if she knew the effect she'd produced and smiled to acknowledge that now he knew it too. At that moment he should have walked away. He forever regretted that action of not just continuing without letting her in. That stunning first bolt of lightning had come from her and had just as certainly gone back to her carrying the magical controlling key to his soul. She had sent a scout bolt, retrieved the information she needed, and left him dazed and slightly uneasy without a good reason for his uneasyness. At that time he did not know her power or what she'd just done, or what she was capable of doing - but he would learn.

He moved to the elevator and pushed the button for his floor. Just as finger came away from the button he was hit with an incredible FLIT. The vision was so graphic he almost came right there. She was atop him, her legs spread and locked around his waist as she was slowly grinding her pelvis into his cock. She was smiling and urging him to come, yet denying him entry into her warm moist vagina. Then the FLIT was gone - gone as surely as if it was never there. He was shaken into reality by the computer-generated elevator voice which told him it was the 7th floor, his floor. The bell sounded and the door opened. She was standing outside the door, on his floor, smiling at him with that strange controlling smile which said so much in such a simple action. She had on a different outfit than he'd just seen her in in the lobby - now it was a red silk dress, deeply cut in the front to show an ample amount of cleavage, clinging to the rest of her body so that he had no doubt about what she was not wearing beneath it. He noticed that her breasts were finely crafted with just slightly upturned nipples which pressed like ripe cherries from beneath the fabric. As his eyes were drawn (? against his will) to her breasts, her eyes followed his to smile at his admiring stare. She had it, she knew it, she was forcing him to notice her body, and she knew that he was caught in her power. She introduced herself as Jane (no last name) and asked him if he was here for a meeting. The conversation continued even though he knew it was a staged conversation. What woman starts such a conversation beside an elevator on the 7th floor without making any attempt to push the call button or to get into elevator cars going either up or down? Finally, she tired of the ploy and got to the point. "Go to your room, leave the door ajar, remove your clothes, put on the white robe in the closet, and lie on your stomach on the bed closest to the window" she demanded. He did not ask how she knew his room number, how she knew there was a robe, how she knew there were 2 beds....he just did it.

The waiting seemed endless. He felt his eyes getting tired as he lay on the bed waiting for her to come to his room and to do who knew what. He slept. He dreamed. In his dream, the FLIT that he'd had before continued right where it had stopped just as if someone had hit the play button on a VCR. Her eyes looked into his soul and smiled - she knew he was getting ready to come (but then, she knew everything). Her pelvis stopped grinding a microsecond before he was over the edge. He wanted to scream at her to continue - not to stop - not to leave him there without finishing what she'd started - but he knew that he could not, would not, should not say anything. If she wanted him to say anything, she would have told him to. His body started to shake, looking for the release of that gigantic orgasm that was waiting just below the surface for another single grind of her pelvis on the length of his cock. Then he awoke to find his body shaking just as it had been shaking in his dream. The room was dark, the only light came from beside the door which remained ajar. He felt momentarily foolish as he realized that she had been playing a game with him - she had no intention of coming to his room and was probably giggling over a glass of wine about her "power acting" in getting him into the room and naked beneath his robe.

Just then he heard her voice calling him from the bathroom - "come here...". He found her in the tub, soaking quietly beneath warm water and a fragrant misty steam hanging in the air in the bathroom. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, her breasts dangling in the water so that her nipples moved exactly at the waterline as she breathed. The lapping water seemed to enhance the erection of her nipples. Her right hand was between her legs, her left arm thrown casually over her head. Even in the dim light of the bathroom he could tell from the burning coals of her eyes that she was excited. "Blindfold me and do dirty things to me"', she said - the tone was a mixture of need, demand, request, begging, power, submission, and most of all - raw sex. He knew just as surely as he knew his name that he could do anyting at all to her, live his most erotic fantasies, perform his most secret acts and she would love it, she would love him for doing it, and she would ask him to do more of it just as soon as she stopped quivering from her orgasms. He had never had a woman give him control over her body and mind, and he felt intoxicated by his new-found power.

He was so excited that he came right there - came over the front of her breasts. She smiled, leaned forward, and gently gathered the last drop of come onto her index finger and looked into his eyes as she sucked his come off her finger. Then she took his cock between her lips and sucked with a combination of gentle suck and forceful, demanding tongue motions until his cock slid deeply into her wet mouth. "I love it when I can make a man come without touching him. It is such an amazing feeling of closeness when I feel him getting more excited with each word. The excitment builds as I can feel his cock and his mind begin to blend together with a burst of neural signals rapidly moving from mind to cock and back again. I can feel his orgasm welling up deep in his scrotum and suddenly the gate opens and the neural lightning shoots out the end of his cock. If I have my mouth on him, I can feel his energy shoot deep within my throat. If I am away from his cock, I can almost see the lightning shoot out with his come. In order to complete the circuit, I have to take the last bit of come and suck it from him. I generated the lightning, and I have to have it back to give it again".

"Please blindfold me and do dirty things to me". He felt his cock getting stiff again, felt the excitement returning, and felt her playful smile dance across his face as she controlled his erection and raised him to the level she needed. After he was erect, at exactly at the same level of excitement he was before coming, and standing in the same location, her mental power stopped and she gave him a wave of total submission. He was in control, and her mind/body/soul/being were his to do with as he wanted. (end of first day writing)...

(beginning of second day writing)...
What should he ask (tell) her to do - where were his fantasies and how many could he get fulfilled (greed coming in)? His mind looked inward at itself and he wondered whether she was influencing his mind in some subtle way with a just-below-the-surface suggestion. He scanned his mind and felt it behaving normally, and he did not feel her gentle pressure on his thoughts - he guessed she was continuing to be submissive to his will. Then he knew the fantasy he wanted her to do - one which would challenge her unique powers and provide him with a sexual charge no other woman had come close to providing. He came to her and slowly explained what he wanted her to do.

"Get dressed in a conservative business suit, tone down your sexuality - you have to dress for style and taste, not for sexuality. I want you to dress to appeal to a woman, not to a man. I want every woman who sees you to admire your taste, your use of your body assets to their maximum, and to have them be just a bit envious of your style. When you've done that, I want you to go to the bar in this hotel and wait for an interesting woman to come in - she can be attractive or unattractive. The woman can be alone or she can be with someone. When you've found the right woman, I want you to SUBTELY implant a desire for you in her mind. This will be hard for you to do it softly. You tend to be heavy handed with your metal suggestions - so I want it subtle, and I want the woman to have full control of the situation. After you've implanted the first thought, you are not allowed to further influence her mind or her decisions - all other interaction and decisions about this woman or her decisions about you must come from your own physical actions. Your job is to convince the woman to have a sexual evening with you, in your room. You must tell her that I will be watching or may come in later and will expect both of you to participate in a sexual encounter. You are to convince her that I have incredible sexual powers (which if I don't, you will assist with) to arouse her, maintain her arousal, and bring her to an incredible climax. My unique power is an understanding of exactly what it is that she most wants and needs. You must make her so convinced of these powers of mine that she cannot resist the challenge or the experience to come. When you come to the room, you are free to engage in any form of sexual activity you or she prefer or develop, but I DO NOT PERMIT you to allow her to have an orgasm that I do not direct or elicit. For this ONE fantasy, I am in control and you are not. Do you agree?"

"Yes, I agree.... I have several questions - will you be in the room watching? Will you be visible or hidden? Will you later come to the room? Who will do the introductions? Who will initiate the sexual encounter? When may I have an orgasm? Will I/she be limited to one crushing, paralyzing orgasm, or will we be permitted to let our bodies develop their own rhythm and come when it is necessary?"

His answers:
- I will be in the room; I have not decided whether to be visible or hidden - you should prepare for either possibility.
- There will be no spoken introductions - you will mentally assure her that the situation is a safe and desirable one and that she should feel no uneasiness.
- I will initiate my sexual encounter at the time which seems right at the moment. You may initiate a sexual encounter with her at any time or may respond to her sexual advances at any time.
- I have not decided about orgasms yet. My fantasy is for her to have a single crushing orgasm which leaves her drained and unable to move for a period of time. The sense of "ravished" comes to mind and that is what I intend for her to be. My fantasy is for you to have a series of orgasms which build in intensity as they come one after another. I want you to have no control over the intensity or the frequency of these orgasms - that is under my control in this fantasy. You will be unable to stop the orgasms once they start. With each one, a bit of energy and will is drained from your body and from your mind. You enjoyed making me come without touching me -I enjoy making you come uncontrollably and often, and making you come unexpectedly. I might force you to start your first orgasm as you kiss her breasts for the first time - a slow orgasm which builds and almost happens without your noticing it. Remember, once you start the first orgasm, others can come at any time and with increasing intensity. You probably have never experienced this level of orgasm. With each one, there will be an increased intensity and you'll wonder whether you can possibly tolerate one more that is more intense than the last one - but you will tolerate it, you'll beg for it, you'll relish it as you relish food when you're hungry. When an orgasm is done, you'll instantly start to think about the next one and when it will come, how intense it will be, and how much energy you'll expend with it. It may come when you're talking with your lover, and it may come when you're making her come - the challenge is for you to give me your mind and to let me stretch your potential to a height you cannot achieve alone (even with your finely tuned mind and telepathic powers. Do you have any other questions?"


"No", she said, "I have to leave you now to prepare for this experience". She dressed hurriedly and with just a tiny bit of uneasiness left the room to return to her room.

She found it hard to dress as he'd demanded. Perhaps she should just ignore the demands and change his mind with that special mental talent she'd always known she had. But then, she had agreed to his demands. The thought of him controlling her made her feel more exctied than she wanted to admit. The thought of making love to another woman made her feel even more excited. She went through the clothes she'd brought with her and found a tasteful, elegant suit which fit her well, but which seemed a bit dowdy compared with her usual style. She laid the dress on the bed and stripped off her clothes to admire her body in the mirror. She stood in front of the hotel mirror and carefully examined her body - could she let him control her orgasms, could she let him have the power to increase her orgasmic intensity? Her orgasms were already crushing, exhausting events which took a long time to reach a peak and then exploded with the force of an amusement park rollercoaster hitting its first major drop. They left her drained, satisfied, and contented. Would his method of orgasmic fantasy really give her a new perspective on her orgasms or would it damage her fragile ability to have orgasms? All this thought of orgasms got her exctied enough to have her hand drift between her legs for a light rub against her clitoris. She suddenly got a FLIT of him betwen her legs, sitting against the wall as he took her clitoris in his mouth and gently wet it with his saliva. She could amost feel the saliva dripping along her vagina, around her asshole, and was aware that the wetness she was feeling was her own wetness now dripping from her vagina. God she was hot. She thought of finishing the orgasm right there in front of the mirror - she'd done it that way many times before, but she felt this would somehow impair her ability to perform up to his expectations within the next few hours. She stopped, licked her wetness from her finger, and began to dress.

She looked good - perhaps a bit too conservative, but basically within his demands of dressing for a woman. She strolled into the downstairs bar with an air of authority. The customers were the usual collection of business men, 4 women, and support staff. She scanned the women for possible partners. One was a tall, thin black woman who looked like she was waiting impatiently for a business client - not her style. Another woman was talking with her friend (the 3rd woman), and they seemed to have a special relationship that had already developed. Jane did not know if she could overcome that closeness by mental powers. She noticed that one quickly kissed the other on the lips as no-one was looking, and the kisser ran her hand beneath the woman's dress, along her legs, to rest between her legs. They were in a dark corner and were not attracting attention. That left one woman as the likley (and only) current prospect. This woman was about 45, thinnish, with beautiful hair of medium length which fell softly around her round face to midshoulder length. Her manner was one of quiet confidence as she sipped her Asti and looked in Jane's direction. Jane sent a test mental signal and got back a profile of a receptive mind, no resistance, and an honest, fun-loving woman who'd been without any significant sexual encounters for about 4 months. Jan could have delved deeper into her mind, but did not for fear of upsetting the subtle impression she was required to setup. Jane quickly sent the suggestion that the woman would find Jane attractive, would invite her to have a drink, and that she would start a benign conversation. Jane deeply buried a suggestion for a possible later sexual encounter in this packet of information which she beamed to the other woman. As the packet of information arrived, and implanted itself in the woman's mind, she looked in Jane's direction and smiled. It was amazing how they always smiled if you did the suggestion correctly - whether it was a man or a woman - they always knew they felt some familiarity with Jane, but were unable to place the familiarity more than they might feel if they vaguely thought they'd met her somewhere before. Only with the man who was directing this fantasy did Jane feel as if she'd pushed too hard - she wanted him, she'd wanted him to come as she talked with him and those demands from Jane had placed her in this position of getting ready to plot a lovemaking session with a woman she did not know for the fantasy pleasure of a man who she had submitted her mind to - a strange world and a strange night to come.

Part 2

Jane was beginning to feel at ease with the situation. Sharon was turning out to be a fun person - one she would like to get to know better, even after this affair/sexual experience was finished. Sharon had an easy manner of conversation, told things like she saw them, and was not afraid of anything or anybody. She was a successful administrator in a medium sized hospital. She was in charge of a colletion of physicians and generally acted as their den mother and kept them out of trouble (if they let her). She preferred to not talk about her work, but Jane got the impression that she was good at what she did. She projected confidence, and with it, sensuality. Jane noticed that her leg had slid off the stool and that her skirt had raised a bit so that she could just see the tops of her stockings as she had them hooked to the garter belt that she found most comfortable. Normally, the act would have been a bothersome one for Jane as it showed a lack of care on the part of sharon, but in this case, it was an subtel sensual invitation. Jane could not help looking at her shapely leg as sharon exposed it for her. Jane looked at sharon and smiled as she knew she'd been caught in a trial game. Both now knew that this would end in a sexual encounter that neither would forget. They continued to laugh as they examined the likely male prospects in the bar and rated each of them on potential sensitivity, dick size, and overall stamina. No great choices tonight according to both women's rating scales. Their scales were similar, but a just different enough to add interest to the conversation. During a lull in the conversation, Sharon pulled pen (Mont Blanc)and paper from her purse and carefully wrote a note and passed it to Jane.

Give me your room key please. I will go to my room first, change clothes into "something more comforable", and then I plan to go to your room. You stay here, think about the first time we'll kiss, get nice and wet so I can lick your clit until you come. When your pants are sufficiently wet from this line of thought, think of your lover's cock sliding into my wet vagina as you feel my breath exhale onto your neck as I kiss you. God, I wish we had a man tonight to help with this experience!!

Jane came for the first time as she finished the note. Unlike what he'd said, this was not a light one, but a pretty fair orgasm - the scary thing was that each one after this would be more intense, and each would be even more unpredicatble than this one had been. She smiled at sharon as she came - sharon felt a sense of pride at making her come, but did not flaunt it - just touched her lightly on the leg and took the room key from the bar where Jane had placed it and left. Jane watched Sharon's legs and ass rotate as she walked out the door - and came again. As he'd said, it was more intense. It was so intense that she felt she was not hiding it well. One of the women at the bar looked at her strangely for an instant and then smiled slyly to herself as she assessed the situation between sharon and Jane. Jane was embbarrassed because the stool was wet with her vaginal juices and was getting wetter by the second. If she stayed any longer, it would be so wet that when she stood, someone would notice the wetness. She tried to think of a way to hide the wetness while still maintaining some composure as her second orgasm slowly subsided. The bar was more crowded now and there were people on either side of her. She slid her cloth napkin from the bar and slowly inched it between her legs to wipe her wetness from the top of the stool. She hoped that she could hold the napkin between her legs as she walked out of the bar to avoid the dripping of wetness she felt would surely come. God, she'd never been this wet before. She turned to leave and a hand brushed against her right breast - she quickly twisted to see who it was and there he was - watching the entire scene. He smiled again in a knowing way and winked. As he winked she came again. Her right leg started to quiver slightly as she tried to remain in control and not begin to ball up into a quivering mass of sexual energy. She had to get out of here before he made her come again - she did not feel as if she could hide another one. He looked at her, at her eyes, her tensions and her attempt to hide the orgasm washing over her mind. He was loving the power he had her - the power she'd given him. He smiled again - this time he did not make her come, but complimented her on her selection of lovers.

"You will join her in the room. After you've spread her legs on the bed and started to lick her, I'll open the door to the room and come in. I do not want either of you to flinch, change your positions or attitudes, or in any way acknowledge my presence until I request it. Do you understand and agree?"

"Yes", she said as she slowly stood to stabilize her quivering leg, clenched the now soaking napkin betwen her thighs. She walked out of the bar with the wondering eyes of more than one man and woman following her every move. As she got close to the door, she overheard him say to the woman next to him at the bar, "now, there's a woman who has a need for a sturdy cock pumped in each of her body cavities". The entire bar must have heard it because they all laughed. She just barely got out the door before she came again. This was more powerful because she was standing. The orgasm forced her to sit on a chair in the hotel lobby and to use nearly all of her energy to keep her face stable without it contorting into an orgasm face for all the world to see. She'd never come in public before (except for that one time on the train when she'd felt an uncontrollably dirty urge to make herself come in her seat while she knew the conductor was watching and looking at her as if he wanted to fuck her there in front of the other 60 poeple in the car). Public orgasms were more demanding for her because they were harder to get (at least the train one had been), but the return was so much better in intensity and afterglow of pleasure at ther sheer dirtiness of the act. Unfortunately, she was in deep orgasmic shit right now. The intensity was greater than the others and the length of time the orgasm lasted seemed to be increasing. Those in the bar had been a second or two, but this one had been going on for 2-3 seconds and did not seem to show any sign of stopping. Her difficulty in maintaining her composure was increasing and she felt as if a moan was going to escape from her mouth soon if this orgasm did not stop. She had enough sense to pull the napkin out, and use it to simulate blowing her nose to cover the moan which just was jerked from her lungs. It was a slow, earthy moan like she'd voluntarily done with good orgasms with her lovers, but this one was uncontrollable and luckily was not loud enoughy to attract the attention of the other men and women in the lobby. The napkin over her nose and mouth smelled of her juices and she got a momentary fear that the stimulation of the juices combined with the thought of sharon's juices dripping down her chin as she licked her would make her come again. She stood as the orgasm subsided, and calmly (she thought) walked to the elevator and pushed the button for her floor.

Her thoughts were a jumble. How many times would he make her come? Could she tolerate these intense orgasms without hurting herself (had anyone died from orgasms?). Would this experience make other lovemaking sessions seem tame as she craved the intensity of these orgasms which took her over that cliff she'd been looking for all of her life? Too late to think about that now because she admitted to herself that she was deeply addicted to this style of orgasm and the sense of excitement at the power he had over her.

To the room at last. She knocked, but sharon was there to open the door before her hand hit the wooden door. She looked incredible with a sense of energy radiating from all around her, a sheer top coverup which showed her breasts to their advantage, and bright red panties. Jane was pulled into the room by sharon as their lips met in a deep mouth-searching kiss. It was incredible to feel the softness of a woman's kiss, the gentle demanding movements of her tongue, and the softness of her hair in Jane's hands. The kiss seemed to last forever as Jane came again in sharon's arms. She barely had the energy to keep standing as she sagged against her lover. Her tongue was in sharon's mouth and the quivering rapid movement of Jane's tongue and her loud moan made sharon incredibly excited. Sharon held her close as the orgasm started and she held her even tighter during the 10 seconds of orgasm. Sharon slid her hand between jane's legs and sighed as she felt the incredible wetness that was there. Sharon was convinced that her note had done the trick and induced an monumental state of excitement in her lover.

"You sure know how to come lover", sharon breathed into her ear. "That's just a sample", gasped Jane as she collapsed on the carpet in front of the door. "Let me recover for a minute". "Please go to the bed, spread your legs so that I can watch, and slide your finger against your clit around the side of those beautiful red panties. I want you to be dripping wet so I can taste every drop." "Yes Jane, whatever you'd like me to do is fine with me - just love me like I've never been loved before." She walked to the bed, hung her shapely legs over the side and open her legs to reveal a wet set of red panties. Her hand and extended middle finger slid around to her pelvis and inched its way along the side of the red panties. Jane was too tired to demand that she go faster. Sharon was enjoying Jane's entranced stare. Jane wathced sharon's hand slide between her legs, open the side of the panties, and slide in with an experienced motion to penetrate ehr vagina, then come out to rub her clit up and down, around and around. As Jane watched sharon's hand, sharon watch Jane's eyes and was immediately in love with this person. She wanted Jane's lips on her mouth more than she'd ever wanted anything sexual in the world. "Kiss me please" pleaded sharon with her eyes.

Jane felt she'd rested enough and came to the head of the bed adn teasingly brushed her lips against sharon's hair, her forhead, her eyebrows, her nose, and settled lightly above her lips. Sharon opened her mouth and tried to lift her head to make the kiss more firm, but Jane resisted it. "Please kiss me". Jane opened her mouth and slid her tongue slowly into sharon's mouth - loving the wetness and the softness of it. She thought she was going to come again and the control she was trying to exert over sharon would be lost, but mercifully, she did not come. Her tongue danced over sharon's teetch, played a dodging game with her tongue, and was finally sucked deeply into the back of sharon's mouth as neither could continue this game much longer. Jane could feel sharon's orgasm building as her hand moved with more urgency between her legs - rubbing her clitoris with more speed. Her pelvis arched in anticipation of the impending orgasm. Jane slid her hand over sharon's and gently pulled it away from her clitoris and replaced it with her own hand as sharon moaned. Miraculously sharon's panties came off and jane's hand buried itself in sharon's vagina, slid out again coated with wetness, and slid with ease into her asshole. Sharon moaned again and jane knew it was dangerously close ot finishing time for sharon. Would he want sharon to come yet? Should she prolong it a bit longer until he came in the room so that he could have the pleasure of watching sharon come? Could sharon wait and was it "unfair teasing" to make her lover wait for an orgasm that seemed so close?

The door opened and he came into the room. Jane smothered sharon's mouth so that she would not lose the momentum of her sexual energy by this new person in the room, but it was not necessary. Sharon was so engrossed in her closeness to an orgasm that she did not care one bit who had come into the room. It could have been the maid, the bellboy, the San Diego Chargers' football team, or anyone and it would not have disrupted this experience. He walked over to the bed and slid his hand between sharon's legs to feel her wetness. He brought this hand back to his face - smelled her wetness and tasted his finger. Sharon sensed the new touch and responded to it by thrusting her pelvis upward to drive his fingers more deeply into her. Jane's fingers were playing with her tight asshole and the sensation was amazing. He removed jane's panties and slid his fingers into her vagina and she came again. This orgasm was a screamer - she took her mouth off sharon's mouth in order to breathe. She started the scream somewhere around her naval, and felt it climb through her body until it came out her mouth. The orgasm knocked her off sharon and onto her back on the bed. He obligingly slid his fingers over sharon's clit to continue the motion they'd perfected to keep sharon at the level she needed to be at. Jane lay on her back as the first scream died down in the room. She pulled her hands and knees up into a ball against her chest and lay there shaking from the orgasm. She was paralyzed and could not do anything for herself. She felt his hands on her vagina, her clitoris, her ass, but did not care because of the feeling of complete release she'd just had.



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