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. What is going on here?" Well, you see, I currently have full control of you body." Peter started to explain. He was also starting to slowly move closer to Susan."That's not possible." Susan tried to fight Peter and his logic, but she was completely unable to move."Oh, but it is" Peter remarked as he came up right next to her. He was very interested to see how deep his control of her body actually was."Are you getting hot and horny?" he asked her teasingly.She was about to answer with a very firm no, when she felt something stirre inside her. She felt herself getting turned on. In her mind she so wanted not to be, but her body betrayed. Her nipples were getting hard and she started to feel her pussy growing wet.She looked at him in terror as he moved his hand inbetween her legs. Her panties were already moisted and she couldn't keep a moan from passing her lips when he touched her oh so sensitive pussy.Peter was enjoying this to the fullest. He had just proved to himself that he had. And he started to chuckle."So, let me get this straight, baby. I get to spend pretty much the whole of next weekend fucking your brains out, over at your place, and this wimp of a husband of yours is gonna be there the whole time, having to watch. That correct, honey?" Yeah, exactly. Be big fun, baby, won't it?" said Carla. She was giggling and playing with his cock. Fingering and licking it."And plus, I'll get to watch you cockteasing the poor little sod before you blow and fuck me?" Sure baby. I'll really cocktease him. I'll tease him till he weeps, then we'll make him watch us fuck. Watch us close up. Watch my hunky, virile lover getting everything he can't have." Can hardly wait, Carla baby. Oh yeah!"Carla could see how much this was appealing to the cruel streak in Mike and she found herself looking forward to next Friday all the more. Poor Simon, she thought. Poor little hubby. He didn't know how bad this was going to be for him.And Mike didn't yet know quite how great it was.
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She sighed and took his hand.He pulled her into the stall and she yelped a little.He closed the door behind them and immediately pounced on her with grabby hands and a mouth that wanted to kiss everything. Her hands went up his shirt onto his chest. His hands were on her breasts, where he buried his face. He could do that easily at his height. She ran her fingers through his hair.He was unbuttoning the shirt. It was taking too long. He yanked the rest open as she gasped. He pushed her up to the wall and came at her again, burying his face into her pink lacy bra. She took the shirt off so it wouldn’t get wrinkled. A couple of the ripped buttons fell on the floor. She tried to hang the shirt up on the hook on the door but Tone was grabbing at her arms and her back and she dropped the shirt on the floor. He had her on the wall again, his hands clawing at the hook of her bra.A faucet turned on all the sudden.She gasped again. He stood still. In a panic, she indicated her shirt on the.

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