Her mind told me she wasn’t on birth control. Sarah’s consciousness had long since been reduced to a whimpering mess. Although she had previously fallen into despairing – and uncomprehending – acceptance, now I felt a renewed, panicked, effort to assert control and stop what was coming. Because this evening was about to get even better. I brought his mouth to one and groaned in pleasure as he sucked strongly, teeth nipping at my sensitive bud. At first, I spent a few minutes riding in the background, as an observer, and getting comfortable with the contours of her consciousness. MacDonald, which I highly recommend, although this X-rated story is entirely the product of my own twisted mind. “No! My first act once in control was to reach under the hem of (my) dress and hook the straps of my panties, crouching to pull them down my legs and step out of them. Pulling back for a breath, I breathed into his ear:
“How about your ‘little man?’ Would he like to come out and play?
