Vore - deviante dipendenza - intermission 1

Mind control... Brain waves...” He flipped to the front and read, “Instruction Manual for the Halo, trademarked.” “Halo?” I frowned. “Mind control?” Teo asked. “Da fuck?” Noah looked up. “Dude, how much time did you spend working on this.” “Work on what?” I asked, getting annoyed, the gold ring growing warmer in my hand. “This!” Noah waved the book. “Look at this. It's in a dozen different languages.” He opened it up to a page in Chinese characters. “This is a fetish lot of work to make a prank. You really think we're Slave dumb enough to fall for mind control?” “I...” I shook my head. “No. I didn't do animation this.” “Right.” girl Noah pushed up his glasses. I stared at the ring. Mind control... My forehead furrowed. The text message Lesbian mentioned... controlling people. However, I had given my word and I always kept my promises—plus, Scarlett had been right. A garter with stockings. She stammered. The drive home isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Except for Kathleen and the cammander who I took back to my quarters fetish for a private training session. “Me Slave too. To the waxing and shower and the blowjob. I rip off my robe and run over to my underwear drawer and girl pull on a pair of thong panties to my animation knees. I groaned on her, my heart pounding in my chest. That when time flowed, she'd be overwhelmed by all the things I did to her now. Those whores like Aurora or Lesbian Petra or Paris. I could her whispered words like “mad” and “physco” and “bitch”. She screamed as he crooked his fingers fucking her pussy hitting her sensitive G-spot. “Did anything happen to you or Brie back stage before that?” I was so highly excited I could feel each spurt of hot semen as it was pumped into my over stimulated vagina.