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John Meyers stared at the being before him in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing, yet knowing it must be true. The woman who had moved in next door to him, on the same day that he received his strange new powers, was in fact an alien. A pink skinned creature that stood at least seven foot tall.

"Who are you", John demanded and V'Sharra felt his powers pushing into her mind, disabling any thought of defense, although she was aware it was happening. "My name is V'Sharra", she said. "What are you doing here", John asked, although he suspected he knew the answer. "I'm monitoring you", V'Sharra said, hating that she couldn't stop herself from answering. John discovering the truth meant that the entire experiment could be in jeopardy.

"Why are you watching me", he said forcibly. "Why did you abduct me?" Without her consent, V'Sharra felt the words come tumbling out of her mouth. She told him about her aunt going to the council and the proposition to remove humans from the universe; how N'Korra had ***********ed this city and then chosen John as her primary subject; and she told him how she had been meticulously recording everything he had been doing for the last few days.

John stumbled backwards and fell onto the chair behind himself, stunned by the story he was hearing. He had suspected that he had, in fact, been abducted. But it had never crossed his mind that beings from other planets would use him to eradicate his own species. A question suddenly occurred to him. "Why are you telling me this? Surely your project is in danger if I know the truth?"

"Your mental abilities are stronger than we had reckoned for", V'Sharra admitted. "It never crossed my mind, or my aunt's, I think, that your powers would be strong enough to influence us." The truth was staggering to John, but he realized that this might be a benefit. "So, even you can't resist my commands", he asked and V'Sharra shook her head, her eyes looking at the floor.

"Then I think that, for starters, you should take off those clothes", John said, a sudden hunger rising in him. "If I remember correctly, you aliens aren't unattractive, even if you are pink." V'Sharra tried to fight the command, even though she knew it was futile and, if she were honest, part of her didn't want to. All of the sex she had been observing, as well as participating in, had kept her in a state of arousal that she didn't think was possible.

Her long, nimble fingers grabbed the t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Then she pushed the shorts down and off of her long legs. Now she stood before John, completely exposed and, surprisingly, craving his approval. V'Sharra didn't understand why she felt that, why she wanted this human to find her attractive, although she suspected that his powers were working on her at a subconscious level.

"Very sexy", John said as he looked her up and down, his eyes taking in every inch of her strange, yet familiar form. Her body was lean and lithe, without a hint of fat; and yet, she wasn't so thin that it was unattractive. Her pink breasts were large, perhaps a D cup, and ended in dark pink nipples, which stood erect; her stomach was flat and smooth; and her pussy, bright pink and completely void of hair, was glistening with her excitement.

"So, you want this to happen, do you", John said, smirking as he looked back up into V'Sharra's eyes. She wanted so badly to shake her head, to deny what her body was saying, but she couldn't. She silently nodded and looked at the floor, ashamed that she had so little control over herself. "You want to pleasure me, to know that your body is making me happy", John asked, still smirking. Once again, V'Sharra nodded, her cheeks flushing with excitement and shame, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Good. Having that level of control over you is good", John said and turned away from V'Sharra. "Now, put your clothes back on, because you have work to do." It felt to V'Sharra like he had slapped her when he told her to get dressed once more. She had been sure that she was finally going to experience John's dick, although she wanted to deny her desire. And then to have him turn away, to reject her, made her feel more horrible than she had ever felt in her life.

She hurriedly put her clothes back on and then turned toward John. "What do you mean 'we have work to do'", she asked, wiping a tear from her eye. "Exactly that", John said, sitting at the chair before her monitors. "I assume you have to send reports to your aunt, correct", John asked and V'Sharra nodded.

"Good", John said, his mind filling with ideas. "Send her a report and tell her that there's a problem and she needs to come to you. How long will it take for her to get the report and come here?" V'Sharra did the math in her head and looked up at John, trying to hide the hurt in her eyes. "She should be here within twelve hours." "Alright then, I'll be ready. Just make sure you don't mention anything about me discovering the truth." V'Sharra nodded and began typing the report as John turned and left.

As John exited the house, he saw a familiar car pulling up in his driveway. "Theresa", he said happily as he walked to greet his older sister, who was just getting out of her car. "Hey little brother", she said as she hugged him. "Do you have a new neighbor", she asked and John nodded. "Yeah, I was just getting to know her", John said and Theresa raised her eyebrows. "Nothing like that", he said and playfully pushed her arm.

"Maybe not, but you definitely need a girlfriend", she said and then John heard a younger voice speak up as the passenger door opened. "Yeah, uncle John, you need a girl. Then maybe you could get laid and not be so grumpy when we visit", said a teenage girl. "Meagan", Theresa said sharply, glaring at her daughter. "What", Meagan said defiantly and John chuckled. "Like mother, like daughter", John said and Theresa shook her head. "Let's hope not." "She already looks just like you", John said and he looked his niece up and down as the trio walked into his house.

Both mother and daughter had blonde wavy hair, although Theresa kept hers in a tight ponytail, while Meagan's hung past her shoulders and had electric blue tips. Theresa was slightly taller, standing 5'6, although Meagan was only and inch or two shorter and still growing: Theresa had large, full breasts that sagged a little with age, while Meagan's tits were maybe a B cup and stood perky, straining against the tight top she wore. The one thing that both of them possessed was an amazing ass, both so firm and plump, begging to be smacked. John had never before looked at either sexually, but with his newfound powers, he found himself looking at every woman he met and thinking about them in such a manner.

"Well, let's hope looks are all she gets from me", Theresa said with a small laugh as they all entered the living room and sat down. John found himself next to his sister, Meagan sitting in a chair across the room. The second that the teen's perfect ass touched the chair, her phone came out and she ignored them. This had always irritated John, but Theresa let it happen, so he didn't say anything.

"So, what brings you by", John asks and Theresa laughed. "Does a sister need a reason to visit her little brother?" "No", John said with a smirk, "but you always have one." "Well, there is something", Theresa said and John nodded. "Who is she", he asked, used to his sister trying to set him up on dates. She seemed convinced that he was miserable because he was alone. "If only she knew what was happening recently", John thought with a smile as Theresa continued speaking.

"Her name is Mary and she works in my office", Theresa said. "She sweet and funny and smart." "What's she look like", John asked and he watched as Theresa rolled her eyes, while Meagan let out a snort of laughter. "Looks aren't important", Theresa and John laughed. "Maybe not to you", he said and Theresa shook her head. "You need to worry less about what's on the outside and more about who she is on the inside."

"Why", John asked as he felt a familiar hunger rising inside himself. "I can have any woman I want." "Is that so", Theresa said with a smirk, clearly irritated with her brother's attitude. "Yes, it is so", John said and stood up. "And right now, I think I want you and Meagan." The words left his lips and he could swear he felt reality shift.

Theresa and Meagan both stood and moved in front of him. "Why didn't you say so sooner", Theresa purred as she moved to a kneeling position in front of her brother. Meagan looked up at her uncle, her cell phone forgotten, as he grabbed her by the back of her neck and kissed her deeply. "Join your mother", he said and she nodded, hurriedly kneeling in front of him.

"Maybe I should call you big brother", Theresa said as she freed his cock, which was quickly hardening until it stood proud and erect. Meagan didn't say anything, just leaned forward and began running her tongue over his balls. John moaned, his niece's tongue feeling unbelievably amazing on his testicles. His pleasure soared even higher as Theresa, her hand slowly stroking his shaft, took the head of his dick in her mouth. She ran her tongue over the spongy flesh as she sucked on it.

"Goddamn sis, who knew you were so good at this", John groaned and Theresa smiled up at him as she pulled her mouth off of his cock. "Why do you think I was so popular in high school", she asked with a wink, before taking his dick in her mouth once more. As his dick slid in and out of his sister's mouth, John looked down at his niece.

"Get out of those clothes and onto the couch", he said and she eagerly obeyed. While Theresa's head bobbed back and forth on his cock, John watched his sexy niece's body unveil. She pulled her shirt up and over her head, showing off very perky tits, her hard nipples begging for attention. Then she unbuttoned the booty shorts she was wearing and slid them down, revealing a tiny pink thong, with a tiny triangle of fabric covering her obviously smooth pussy.

Even from where he stood, several feet away, John could see the material growing damp, Meagan getting excited by her uncle's eyes on her. Then she turned, giving him a perfect view of her tight little ass; she bent over, sliding the thong down as she moved, fully revealing the now soaking gash between her legs. "Fuck, that looks like heaven", John said as Meagan got onto the couch on all fours. He pulled his dick out of Theresa's mouth, eliciting a whine from her, and went over to Meagan.

Theresa could feel her own pussy drenching as she watched her brother rubbing his big cock up and down her daughter's pussy lips. As John thrust forward, burying his shaft inside his niece's hot cunt, Theresa let out a moan as she felt her own pussy twitching. Meagan, lost in the throes of an orgasm, screamed out her pleasure as her uncle filled her convulsing teen twat with his huge dick.

John moaned as he felt Meagan's pussy spasming around his shaft, her velvety depths massaging his hard rod. "Sis, get out of those clothes and get over here. Your daughter could definitely use a tongue on her clit." Theresa has never undressed so fast in her life, not even for her husband, as she did in this moment.

As her much larger tits came into view, John nodded approvingly. Yes, they sagged a little, but it gave them the sexiest bounce as she struggled to get out of her jeans. Underneath, she also wore a thong, although it was definitely bigger than Meagan's. She also kept a trimmed triangle of blonde hair above her sopping hole. "Damn, you look good", John said to his sister as he pulled back and then thrust his cock deep into his niece, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips. "Now, get up here", John said and Theresa hurriedly obeyed.

Despite all of the wild times she had had in high school, she'd never been with another girl; in fact, it had never crossed her mind. Yet now, her mind affected by John's words, she found that there was nothing she wanted more than to taste her daughter's cunt. She got on the couch, on her back, and moved underneath Meagan's young body. Theresa moaned as she watched John's dick slam into her daughter's pussy and then she gave into the urge that was surging through her.

Meagan moaned loudly as her uncle's large rod slammed deep into her young, tight pussy; it was amazing to feel so full. The sensation was joined by a new feeling as her mother's tongue touched her clit. Meagan squealed in pleasure as her mother circled her excited clit, before gently nibbling on the bud. She had felt another woman's tongue on her pussy before, but it never felt this good. Perhaps it was the taboo of it all; after all, this was the woman who had given birth to her and now Theresa was enjoying her soaking hole. The thoughts combined with the physical pleasure and Meagan felt an orgasm more intense than any she had ever experienced rush through her. She cried out, nearly screaming her pleasure, as her juices erupted from her hole. Her nectar squirted out around her uncle's shaft and ran down to her mother.

Theresa eagerly lapped up the delectable honey that was streaming from her daughter's twat. She had never dreamed that a pussy could be so delicious, but she determined to experience this more in the future. As for John, he was in heaven as his niece's pussy spasmed and convulsed around his shaft. He looked down and saw how eagerly Theresa was drinking her daughter's pussy juice and he got an idea.

He slid out of Meagan's cunt, eliciting a whine of displeasure from the girl. "Don't worry", he said, slapping her ass, "I'm not anywhere near done with this sexy body. But, for now, I'm going to let your mother enjoy your pussy unimpeded and I'm going to enjoy this." As he spoke, he spread Meagan's ass cheeks, hungrily staring at her puckered hole.

While Theresa greedily buried her tongue inside her daughter's sopping wet twat, a slight tinge of fear entered Meagan. She had never had her ass fucked before and a few of her friends who had complained that it was extremely painful. But her fears were quickly soothed as John, seeing the fear in Meagan's eyes, spoke again. "Don't worry, it's going to be a lot of fun. You'll definitely enjoy having me in your ass."

Suddenly, nothing in the world seemed more desirable to Meagan than to have her uncle shove his big dick inside her virgin asshole. She leaned her chest against the couch and reached around behind her, spreading her ass cheeks. "Please, uncle John, ram that big dick inside my ass. Take my anal virginity." Her pleading made John even hornier and he grabbed her waist with one hand, lined his dick up with her tiny hole, and pushed forward.

The first thrust of his cum-soaked shaft pushed about three inches into Meagan's ass. John groaned as the girl winced, the pain of having her ass stretched around a thick cock mingling with the pleasure of knowing her uncle was enjoying her body. John pulled back and thrust forward again, pushing more of his dick into Meagan's teen ass. Her tight, velvety hole gripped his dick so firmly that it almost hurt, yet he couldn't imagine a better feeling.

It took several minutes of thrusting until he finally managed to bury himself inside Meagan's bowels. By now, the pain had subsided for her, leaving only the immeasurable pleasure of having a large dick inside her ass. She couldn't believe how good it felt and she knew that she would be doing this again. The pleasure was heightened by her mother's tongue, which swirled around inside her teen cunt, as Theresa's fingers massaged her daughter's clit.

John moaned as his balls rested against his niece's taint, his entire shaft inside her bowels. Then he began sliding back and forth, his cock sawing in and out of the impossibly tight hole, slowly loosening it. He started off slow, but soon picked up speed, until he was ramming his entire length deep inside Meagan. The girl screamed in pleasure as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body, rewarding her mother with several delicious treats.

John could feel his own orgasm building as he hammered deep into Meagan's rectum and he didn't even try to hold it back. He thrust forward as hard as he could and exploded, pumping spurt after spurt of hot, white cum deep inside her. Meagan moaned her pleasure loudly as she felt her uncle's dick pulsing inside her, filling her with semen.

As John's orgasm finished, he slid his still hard cock from his niece's gaping asshole. Theresa, as if on cue, opened her mouth wide and John slid his shaft down her throat. She groaned as she tasted the tart flavor of her daughter's ass on her brother's dick. John moaned loudly as he felt his sister licking every inch of his rod, his eyes moving to Meagan's leaking asshole.

When he pulled out of Theresa's mouth, he looked into Meagan's eager eyes. "Your mother looks hungry. Feed her", he said with a smile as his words took effect. Meagan shifted until her asshole was directly above Theresa's mouth, then sat down. Theresa happily slid her tongue into her daughter's well fucked ass, jizz and the taste of Meagan's ass mixing together in a sweet cacophony of flavor.

While his sister devoured his niece's ass, John moved to the end of the couch. Theresa's cunt was soaking wet, a huge damp spot on the arm of his sofa. Obviously, she had orgasmed from the pure joy of feasting on her daughter. Without a word to the women, John aimed his dick at his sister's sopping wet hole and thrust forward.

Theresa cried out in pure ecstasy as an orgasm ripped through her. No cock had ever felt as good inside her as this one. It was as if her pussy had been made to pleasure her brother's cock. John couldn't have agreed more. Although it wasn't as tight as some of the cunts he had been inside the past few days, Theresa's twat gripped his dick perfectly. Her experience and maturity showed as her pussy muscled squeezed wnd massaged his shaft, almost of their own accord.

John grunted, a primal fire building inside him, as he grabbed his sister by the waist and started hammering her pussy. Theresa let loose a scream of pure bliss as John's cock pounded deep into her womb. The effect of that scream felt amazing to Meagan, still riding her mother's face. She twisted her nubile young body and leaned forward, diving toward her mother's snatch. As her tongue made contact with Theresa's wet cunt, the same cunt that had birthed her, Meagan felt a thrill rush through her. The pure taboo joy of licking her mother's pussy nearly pushed her over the edge of orgasm once more.

Theresa lost count of the orgasms she had as her brother's big dick slammed deep inside her while her barely legal daughter lapped at her cunt. The feeling of Theresa's pussy in a constant state of spasms and contractions felt amazing to John as he rammed into her again and again. Her cunt muscles squeezed and massaged his dick, as if it were trying to milk the cum out of him. "Well, I can definitely oblige", John thought as he slammed deep into his sister and exploded.

He pumped his seed deep into her womb, flooding her cunt with his jizz. Theresa moaned lewdly as she felt her brother's cum splashing against her pussy walls. "I hope this gets me pregnant", she thought, surprised by her reaction. But it suddenly seemed like the best idea in the world, to be bred by her younger brother.

Hours later, John crawled out of bed. Theresa and Meagan lay unconscious, both with cum leaking from their various holes. After he had fucked them both earlier, he had decided they should stay the night. After consuming a quick dinner, the girls taking turns sucking his dick while they other was cooking or cleaning, he proceeded to fuck them for hours until they all passed out in the bed.

Both of them had taken at least two loads in each of their holes and John found himself kind of hoping that they would get pregnant. "But, that will have to wait", John said as he dressed and headed downstairs and out the front door.

He walked to V'Sharra's house in the dark, aware that the twelve hour deadline was quickly approaching. He didn't bother knocking, just let himself in. V'Sharra turned soberly and looked at him. On the monitors, he could see footage of him slamming into Meagan's young cunt. "Still watching me, huh", he asked and V'Sharra silently nodded, although he could see the question in her eyes.

"Perhaps you're wondering why I won't fuck you", he asked and she nodded vigorously. "Well, I'll get around to that. But first, I need to deal with your aunt." "Well, she should be here any moment", V'Sharra said and John nodded. "Good, because I can't wait to meet her."

At that moment, a car door closing could be heard outside. "That's her", V'Sharra said and John stood. "Go and welcome your aunt, but don't mention that I'm here", he said, stepping into the kitchen, but leaving the light off. As he listened, he could hear the front door open and V'Sharra greet someone. Then he heard a voice that he recognized from his dreams. "What's the problem", N'Korra asked, her voice somewhat deeper than V'Sharra's. "And why couldn't you tell me about it in your report?" Suddenly, John stepped into the room and both of the females turned toward him. "Because, I told her not to", John said and N'Korra looked at him, shocked to see him there.

To be continued...
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I can’t take it anymore, I don’t—what does he want from me? How can he keep looking at me like that? And he never blinks I don’t…

Fuck, his balls are even bigger tonight, every fucking night, and the voices, I hear them, it’s for me, the seed is for me, he’s been saving it for me and all I have to do it ask, all I have to do is beg and he’ll give it to me, but I don’t want it, do I? Do I not?

Fuck, I should just kill him—I mean, I’ve killed how many people for the gang in my day? Hell, when I saw my white, pudgy cellmate I thought he’d be a pushover, a fucking weakling, but once the sun goes down…I haven’t slept a wink since I started bunking with him, and neither has he, he just lays there, stroking his cock, fondling his growing balls, and the voices…

He told me the devil keeps him safe. He told me about the people he killed, sacrificed—I didn’t believe him. But…but what if it’s true? If…If I taste him, I’ll know. If I taste him, I’ll know if he’s really the master or not. Yes, I have to know, I have to taste. Please, please can I taste your seed? Please, I have to know, give me knowledge, tell me, command me, take me please…plea


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The attribution of the Graal to the vagina, with all its attendant symbolism, seems clear enough. However, there are two potential traditional attributions for the penis: why did I pick the rod rather than the lance? Well, several reasons - there's never really just one reason in any of this stuff. Firstly, for me, the lance has a feeling of coercion about it, of imposing will, whereas the flowering rod, feels for me msuch more gentle, that the act is consensual. Secondly, since I drew the Graal idea from the Sanskrit word Yoni, the translation of the equivalent "Lingam" as "Wand of Light" Thirdly, building on the image of a wand, using the attribution of Rod gives the option of a masculine image of wisdom like Merlin, as well as that of a warrior like Perceval.

As with the adoration of the Graal, the purpose of adoration of the rod is to create a mental and physical space that will allow the Knight (receiving pleasure) to relax and receive expanded pleasure from his Rod. His partner (giving pleasure) will facilitate the Knight's surrender to his gentle side, and in return may experience a great sense of fulfilment. The ritual builds trust and intimacy and may prove to be a profoundly emotional activity for both parties.

Orgasm is not the goal of the ritual: it often occurs as a side-effect, and there are a few basic tips at the end for making this more intense, but the primary aim is to massage the flowering rod, together with the testicles, perineum and the prostate, giving the knight a form of pleasure to which he may not be used. As with the solo ritual, there's no particular advantage in denying orgasm, nor in achieving it. From this perspective both receiver and giver relax into the massage. Most men need help to learn to be able to relax and receive pleasure: they are more used to an active role. Adoration of the rod allows the knight to experience pleasure from a passive, receptive perspective.

As before, you can compromise on the working space if necessary, but not the time. If you and your partner used the same area to practice the solo ritual, build on that and use it again. The lighting should be low once again, and background music might be an advantage. Build on the existing imagery, which you discussed after the solo rituals. If you followed the idea of the candle in a glass bowl, with a blossom, and wine, then the partner could perhaps select and bring a glass of wine for the knight to sip and pour a libation into the bowl. If you used incense before, use the same incense again, if possible. Use anything which will continue to build imagery in the brain and make the preparations for ritual become as natural as breathing. You will need a high quality massage oil or other liquid lubricant as appropriate.

Once again, take a ritual bath if you can, and "Make yourself comfortable". Moreso even than in a solo ritual, interrupting the adoration due to a full bladder is disruptive. Remember to treat the bath as a spiritual break as well as a physical one. You may wish to towel each other dry, or perhaps the Knight may bathe first and then enter the ritual space and wait, building the expectation whilst his partner prepares. Above all, take time to become fully comfortable and prepared.

Start with a melting hug, as described on the basic techniques page. Then proceed to the massage area. The knight should lie back with his head and shoulders raised on cushions or pillows, so that he can look up at his partner. His hips should rest on a pillow covered with a towel. He should spread his legs and bend his knees to clearly expose his genitals for the massage. If this is uncomfortable, try placing another cusihion under the knees. His partner should sit cross-legged between his legs. This may take some practice before it is comfortable and once again a strategically placed cushion may help.

The Knight of the rod should repeat the relaxation exercises already practiced both separately and as part of the solo ritual, until he is fully given to breathing light. If the rod is the wand of light, then the image of the light empowering the rod may be useful. Spend as long as you need. If both partners are experienced in the technique, the worshipper may also perform the breathing exercises, but not at the expense of attention to the Knight.

With warmed hands, the worshipper should begin by massaging the legs, abdomen, chest and any other conveniently accessible parts of the body, whilst the Knight continues the relaxation process. This also gives the worshipper a space to prepare for touching the rod. Now, pour a small quantity of a high-quality oil or lubricant onto the shaft of the rod. There should be enough to drip down over the scrotum.

Begin to gently massage the testicles, but be gentle since the area is sensitive and it's easy to cause pain. Don't rush. Relax and enter fully into the experience of giving the massage. Find pleasure in being able to give pleasure. Massage the scrotum gently until it relaxes. Now move to the area above the rod, on the pubic bone. Massage the area between the testicles and anus (the perineum). Don't move on until you really must: whatever you are doing, would be even better at half the rate. Eventually, massage the shaft of the Rod. Vary the speed and pressure. Gently squeeze the the base of the rod with one hand, then pull up and slide off: repeat with the other hand and then alternate. After a while, change to squeezing the head of the rod and sliding down to the base.

Move on to massage the head of the rod. massage all around the shaft and head: there are many nerve endings and with a little practice this will induce feelings of pleasure throughout the body. Cup the palm of your hand over the head and massage it in all directions, squeezing gently. The rod may well go soft: this is perfectly normal and should not waorry either partner. It may then become hard again - the alternation of hardness and softness is itself a powerful sex-magic experience which has been likened to riding a wave. If the Knight approaches ejaculation, move the focus of adoration for a while and allow the rod to become slightly soft before resuming. The goal is not orgasm and one can learn to control ejaculation, and to separate orgasm and ejaculation by coming close and then retreating. This is the foundation technique of learning to achieve multiple male orgasms. Continuing the breathing and visualisation will also help.

Move to massage of the prostate, either internally or externally. The spot - often known in eastern techniques as the "sacred spot" - is midway between the testicles and anus, and from the outside feels like a small indentation. Go gently: pressure here may be painful at first. Internally it can be reached by gently pushing a lubricated finger about an inch into the anus and then bending it forward. This technique requires practice for both giver and receiver and requires great trust to be pleasurable. Massage the rod with one hand and the sacred spot with the other. Massage of the area will expand orgasms and help control ejaculation: lessening the massage of the rod and pressing on the sacred spot when the knight is close to ejaculation will probably grealy enhance the orgasmic experience.

This type of massage may be traumatic for the Knight, who may have strong emotions regarding the technique. The giver must maintain the place of trust and allow whatever reaction the knight has. This can be a greatly healing and bonding. The Knight must be free to feel whatever he will: continue the massage, breathing and looking into each other's eyes. Maintain different pressures, speeds and patterns. If the knight chooses to ejaculate, and has been brought to the edge several times beforehand, then breathing fast and deeply during orgasm will greatly enhance the experience. The Knight can, of course, choose whether to send the light energy out with his semen, ot to hold it in for other purposes. Whether or not he has an orgasm, keep massaging slowly and gently until he tells you to stop (but then gently do so immediately). With great reverence, remove your hands and allow him to enjoy the afterglow, perhaps snuggling up and entering an enjoyable relaxation state together.

Once again, end the ritual as you began. If necessary, restore yourself to breathing light, wait for a few minutes and end with another melting hug. Then, with a conscious effort, bid farewell to the guardian of the place, leave, and ground yourself.

Once again, write up separately but discuss everything together, what you felt and saw and what it means for you both. There's little point in proceeding without discussing the whole thing in some detail.

There's an equivalent exercise for adoring the graal. Partners should take turns giving and receiving until you are both happy to move on. Then and only then...

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The Birthday Surprise

I haven't written anything in a while, but yesterday, I was "inspired" to write something new. This is the first story I've written that was about me and my partner. I've changed the names, but part of the story was written as it happened. I'm sure you'll figure out when that occurs.

Closing the door, I say hi to Sarah. She's sitting on the couch with the remote aimed at the TV. "Anything good on sweety?" Setting down my purse, I remove my jacket and blazer. I'm ready to get out of my work clothes and get comfortable.

"No," she says dejectedly, "it's all crap right now."

Kicking off my heels, I join Sarah on the couch. Scooting up close to her, I reach for the laptop on the coffee table and open it up. I hit the power switch, and then grab the remote from Sarah. "Let's see what's coming on next then." I hit the guide button and flip through the channels as she quickly kisses me on the cheek. Passing through several possibilities, I find that a rerun of NCIS is about to start. We've seen it already, but neither of us cares. Not much else is on at the moment.

With the laptop fired up, I get online to do all my usual checks. E-mail is first, but once I get through that I pull up Facebook. I upload a photo from the Fourth of July party Sarah's office put on. A coworker had taken a good photo of us together that had just been sent today. As I read some messages some friends posted, Sarah gets up to grab a drink. "Can you get me a bottle of water please?"

"Not a problem." Sarah smiles before turning back to the kitchen. Watching her as she walks through the doorway helps melt away any stress that the day had caused me. Noises escaping through the kitchen jar me back to what I was doing.

Finished with Facebook, I quickly check on the Christmas gift I was buying Sarah through eBay. There was a little over 24 hours left on the auction and there had been several bids. But before I could update my bid, Sarah came back through the doorway. I quickly shuffle over to another site as she sets down her drink.

"Here's your water," she exclaims as she plops down on the couch next to me, "nice and cold." The credits from the previous show finish up and turn to commercials as she hands me the bottle. I quickly open it up and take a sip.

"Thanks." Taking another sip, I close it up and set it down nearby.

"So, did the price go up on Blackberry?"

Sharply turning my head, I look at her quizzingly.

"Oh, don't play ignorant with me. It is my laptop. Did you think I wouldn't notice you visiting eBay while I was using it?" With a grin, Sarah adds, "Well, did it go up?"

"Thanks for ruining my gift idea, and yes, it went up." Turning back to eBay, I show her the price. "But I think it's still a good deal." I scroll down and place a bid. Closing the laptop, I set it down next to me and turn towards the TV.

"Awwwwww! Don't do that. I'm sorry." Sarah tries to give me a hug but I playfully push her aside. "Great, so I have upset you." Sarah tries to turn towards the TV and snuggle up close. I don't respond. She tries to hold my hand and I just pull it away. I grab the remote and turn up the volume. "Come on, talk to me," she pleas. "I'm really sorry."

Not getting a response, she sits there beside me and quiets down. She laughs as Ziva screws up American slang again. Still noticing my lack of interest in her, she scoots down onto the floor in front of the couch and grabs my left leg. As I pull it away, she grabs it again and begins massaging my foot. I can't resist after all the time I spent on my feet today. As she rubs the arch of my foot, I try hard not to give a response. I can feel her fingers as they play with the webbing the stockings create between my toes. She turns her body so that she is facing my legs, her side resting against the front of the couch. She then begins to work my feet and ankles, doing her best to give me a foot massage.

When she isn't looking at me, I give a smile as I watch her hands rub my feet. If I had known that this would be the result, I would have gotten angry faster. Sarah was always good at giving massages and it is hard to be angry with her at this moment. Her hands travel up to my calves as I watch Abby explain something to Gibbs.

Suddenly, I feel something wet on my feet. Looking down, I see Sarah staring up at me as she runs her tongue over my toes. My big toe goes into her mouth as her she continues to stare at me, one of her hands running down my sole and back up my leg sensually. I can feel the nylon moistening as sucks on my toe. As she does this, her hands move up my leg, going under my skirt. They pass my knee and grip the top of the stocking that is hugging my thigh. She begins to pull it down slowly. My toe comes out of her mouth, but I help hold my leg up for her. As the stocking slips past my knee, her tongue runs from my heel up to my toe. She is trying her best to quell my annoyance by trying to turn me on. It is working.

I grab the laptop, trying to act like I don't care what she is doing. She can't see the screen. Opening up Microsoft Word, I begin to type what she is doing to me. The stocking comes down past my ankle and hugs my foot for just a bit longer before coming off. Sarah looks at it a bit as she lengths it out again before rubbing it across her face. Closing her eyes, she feels the material as it rubs against her skin, letting out a slight moan before her eyes open and she stares at me again. I can see her out of the corner of my eye as I type. Without changing her gaze, she slips her right arm into the stocking, pulling it up the full length of her arm. As the elastic band sits against her shoulder, she picks up my right foot this time, and pulls the stocking off of that leg. This time, the stocking goes on her left arm.

With both arms now wearing my stocking, she proceeds to massage my legs again. This time, she focuses on my legs instead of my feet. While she rubs my left calf, she repositions herself between my legs. My left leg is lifted up and rested on her shoulder. Gently she kisses my leg, slowly moving up with both her hands and her mouth. I can barely see her look up at me out of the corner of my eye when she reaches my knee. I continue to focus on the computer screen. It obviously bothers her that I seem to be ignoring her as she works even harder while moving up my thigh.

When she closes in on the spot I know she wants to play with, it all stops. My left leg is set back down on the floor. I'm trying to think what she might be doing when my right leg is picked up. It becomes apparent that she still is trying to get me to notice her as she proceeds to give my right leg the same treatment. As I type, I can feel my right toes becoming moist with saliva. Nylon rubs against my skin, slowly moving up my leg. The massaging is doing wonders with my legs.

Her hands have passed my knee again, massaging my thigh with her nylon covered fingers. It's taking every ounce of strength to fight off the effects she is having on me. I want to put the computer to the side and have my way with her. The typing helps. Her hands finally move to where I want them to be. The nylon rubs against my skin as she pulls the crotch of my panties to the side, her head just barely visible in the small gap between the base of the laptop and the skirt she has pushed up. She can't see the smile on my face as she rubs her fingers across my labia. The folds of skin flap back and forth under her roving fingers. I'm sure she can feel my wetness, which probably encourages her even more.

A finger inserts itself, the silky feeling of the nylon rubbing against the inner wall of my pussy. The feeling is hard to ignore, making it hard to concentrate on writing this. As the finger goes in and out, movement can be felt underneath the laptop. Soon, a tongue is felt against my skin, licking against the upper folds of my lips. A glancing lick against my clit sends shivers down my spine. Her head bangs against the laptop and I chuckle. That only makes her work even harder, her fingers becoming more forceful and her tongue moving faster. I can feel myself loosing control. I try to focus on the TV. With what Sarah is doing, I would have normally let loose by now. And she knows it.

Suddenly, it all stops. The fingers are gone, the tongue is gone. Some movement occurs and suddenly she is sitting in front of me, looking at me with frustration. I just stare at the TV and ignore her. She gasps and stands up, walking out of the room. No telling what she is doing, but I can hear her in the next room. A drawer slams shut. Something gets tossed across the room. Another drawer slams shut.

A few minutes later, she walks back into the main room and stands in front of the TV. She has stripped out of all of the clothes she was wearing. Knowing my fetish for nylon, she found the bodystocking I like and put that on. She is also wearing a strap on. I can tell by the look upon her face that she is determined to break me, whatever it takes.

She strides forward and stands between my feet. Grabbing the laptop, she sets it down beside me. I try to grab it again, but she just repeats the act. I lean over to type instead. That's when she gets down on her knees. She gently positions herself to insert the strap on into me. Making sure my panties are pulled far enough to the side, she slowly inserts herself. I can tell she lubed it before she came out of the bedroom.

Slowly she slides it in, her fingers rubbing against the skin above my clit. Her legs rub against mine as she gently fucks me. As I continue to ignore her, she speeds up a bit, both with her fingers and the strap-on. Her fingers stop what they are doing and move up, grabbing the bottom of my sweater. She begins to lift it up but meets resistance from my arms.

She then pulled my arms away from the keyboard and lifted them up. Once in the air, with me trying to look around her at the TV, she pulls my sweater up and off of my body. She then begins to unbutton my blouse, eventually pulling it off too. I tried to go back to the laptop but she forces my arms away and begins to remove my bra as well. Finally, once she is done stripping me down, I was able to get back to typing without interference.

It is after I finish typing that I realize why she removed everything. She leans forward as she begins to fuck me again and leans against my body. The nylon rubs against my nipples and makes them harder. The nylon against my body in general makes me feel wetter. I try holding out as long as possible, but her actions finally get to me and I decide to push the laptop away.

At this point, I grabbed hold of her hips. Rubbing my hands along them, I helped guide her a little bit more gently as she fucked me. Sometimes, when she gets going, she can be a bit forceful. I gave her a kiss as her body leaned against mine. Her energy is renewed by my sudden interest. It took some effort to prevent her from getting forceful again. A few whispers about being gentle calmed her down. Having finally stopped fighting it, it didn't take long for my body to relax enough to finally release all the built up energy. I grabbed onto her tightly as my body finally released. We hold each other as I let out one of the larger orgasms I've had in weeks.

When it's done, she pulled out and stood up in front of me. I slid carefully off the couch and grab hold of the strap-on. Then, I leaned forward and stuck my tongue out. Carefully, I licked the tip of it clean. After I cleaned the tip, I opened my mouth and slid it inside. My tongue ran along every inch of it until I had tasted every last drop of my own self.

When I was done, I stood up, grabbed her hand, and led her into the bedroom.

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The first concern that occurs is, "Are erotic massage parlours legal in the UK?" The legality is reasonably nuanced. Prostitution per se is not prohibited in England, Wales, and Scotland, although there're a number of laws ensuring activities connected with it prohibited such as kerb crawling, soliciting in public or owning or handling a brothel.

Erotic massages fall into a grey location of the law, which is quiet on paid sex within personal premises in between consenting adults. The arrangement of 'happy endings', could possibly lead to criminal liability if not handled carefully.

The principles of erotic massage stay a contentious concern. These parlours, often disguised as 'spa' or 'massage parlors', multiply in the shadows of etiquette due to preconception and mistake, despite the fact that they offer services to a requiring clientele.

It falls upon the engaged parties-- the company and the customers-- to uphold a sense of decency and regard during interactions. The 'happy ending' must not be considered a standard expectation, however a potential additional, agreed upon by both celebrations on ethical grounds.

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Safety and personal privacy stand vital in this context. Customers ought to look for parlours that maintain high standards of hygiene, have professional staff, and regard client privacy. Employees should perform their services in safe conditions, and establishments must provide them with suitable training and protection.

In conclusion, the world of erotic massage, shadowed by contradictions of viewpoint and law, uses its own unique mix of healing wellness. Understanding the nuances of its legality, ethics, and etiquette can possibly make it possible for an enhancing, considerate, and safe interaction for both employees and customers. The key rests with open interaction, shared respect, and an understanding that the world of erotic massage is as much about individual health and wellness as it is about sensual gratification.

Erotic massages Green Lane fall into a grey location of the law, which is silent on paid sex within private premises between consenting adults. Transcending the sexual element, erotic massage includes elements of restorative massage, promoting relaxation and lowering tension. Pinpointing reputable erotic massage parlours can be challenging, given the veiled nature of these services. In conclusion, the world of erotic massage, watched by contradictions of viewpoint and law, offers its own unique blend of therapeutic wellness. The key rests with open interaction, shared regard, and an understanding that the world of erotic massage is as much about individual health and wellness as it is about sensual gratification.

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Certainly, navigating the subtleties of discovering the ideal erotic massage provider can be a challenging task, offered the undercover nature of this industry. Prospective clients should work out impulse, discernment, and prudence to discover a trusted service provider that upholds the concepts of quality, safety, and discretion.

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Licensed and Trained Staff: A genuine parlor must use licensed therapists trained in professional therapeutic massage strategies in addition to the specialized services they use.

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Cleanliness and Privacy: The total atmosphere of the parlour need to radiate privacy, cleanliness, and security. Discretion is core in this industry, and the parlour ought to follow strict confidentiality procedures.

Open Interaction: Prior to get the services, customers ought to ensure an open line of communication with the establishment. It must be responsive to answering concerns about its services, therapists' qualifications, and the procedures taken to make sure discretion and customer complete satisfaction.

Legal Compliance: While the UK laws around erotic massage parlours are uncertain, facilities that perform business within the legal framework are frequently the best and most dependable.

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That being said, erotic massage is not an alternative to genuine relationships. It is a service that deals with an unique clientele, each holding their distinct inspirations and hunger for such an experience. The essential depend on personal option-- as long as the engagement is respectful, consensual, and within legal and ethical boundaries.

In a world where meaningful connections are becoming more evasive, and stress levels are escalating, erotic massage parlours offer a sensual escape, a therapeutic release that mixes individual intimacy with expert detachment. That being stated, erotic massage is not a substitute for genuine relationships. It is a service that caters to an unique clients, each holding their special motivations and appetite for such an experience.

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  1. I'd tease her a whole lot
  2. I'd grope her cute little buns whenever she passes by, making sure to spread those cheeks wide before giving them a light slap to signal her to get back to work
  3. I'd keep my eyes on her the whole time too, and I'd make sure she knows I'm watching
  4. I'd do everything I can for her to keep her back turned to me, just so I can have my fill
  5. And whenever she turns around, either to signal or tell me that she's finished with what she was doing, I'd make a show of readjusting my hard cock inside my pants
  6. Of course, I'd wear something tight, and no boxers, just to make sure she can see every single inches
  7. I wouldn't say anything, simply looking at her eyes following my hand and then go up and down my length a few times, before she'd cough, shake her head and get back to work
  8. I'd open the bottom drawer of my desk and pull something out, a little toy I'd have bought not too long ago
  9. Something I'd love to try
  10. Some sort of harness with very specific abilities, all powered by unicorn magic
  11. A harness made not only to enhance pleasure, but also to stop the 'lucky' mare from coming, under any circumstances
  12. "Come here,"
  13. I'd say
  14. I'd command
  15. She'd turn, and I'd notice the blush already there
  16. She'd be used to it by now, she'd understand exactly what I have in mind, and me calling for her could only mean one thing...
  17. Or so she'd think
  18. I'd watch her getting closer and closer, sheepishly making her way to my chair, her eyes fidgeting between my grin and my hungry pride
  19. And I'd stop her right before she'd start to sit down between my open legs
  20. "Wait, not yet,"
  21. The eager little thing was already raring for a taste
  22. But that'd come later
  23. "Turn around,"
  24. She'd blink, once, but obey
  25. I'd place my hands on her ass and push, feeling my length give an eager throb as I see and feel her plump cheeks give way under my digits
  26. I'd stroke all the way down her legs, then her cutie marks, then go back to her perfect round cheeks, and spread them again
  27. She'd give me a groan, finally
  29. And I'd see it, her need already coming out of its hiding place
  30. "You love this, don't you?"
  31. The only response she'd give me would be a low whimper as my thumbs pushes deeper between her cracks, squeezing the buns as I spread and spread and spread, enough to make her little ponut wink in need
  32. "Answer me, slut,"
  33. I'd slap, harder than before
  34. 'Y-yes, I love it,'
  35. Another slap, causing her to gasp this time
  36. "'Yes I love it', who?"
  37. 'M-master, I love it, master,'
  38. Of course I wouldn't be mad at her
  39. Not for this kind of thing
  40. She's always had a hard time thinking as I played with her
  41. Then I'd lower my hands, slowly, my thumbs rubbing the insides of her cheeks all the way down to the most... sensible parts of my little mare
  42. And I'd notice she stopped breathing in anticipation
  43. "Good girl,"
  44. I'd say that just as I move my hand to grab at her small, dropping plums
  45. She'd whimper again, but not in pain
  46. I'd wrap my fingers around her little balls and my smile would grow even wider as I see her hardening shaft throb in response and in sync with her heavy breaths
  47. I'd gently squeeze them, roll them in between my fingers, press my thumbs into them
  48. 'M-master,'
  49. She'd start
  50. But her voice would die in her throat as I'd let go of one of her jewel to give her small pecker some much needed attention
  51. And a moan would come out
  52. "What is it?"
  53. I'd give it a pump, then another one, all the while tending to his little nuts, pressing them against his crotch and caressing them with my fingertips
  54. 'Please,'
  56. Her legs would start wobbling, and I could already feel her juices start to drip out of her
  57. "Such a dirty girl,"
  58. My hand would go all the way up her shaft and cup her flare, making sure to smear her liquid need across its expanse
  59. She'd tremble, and her front legs would give up, pushing her upper half down as she does her best keeping her ass presenting to me
  60. "What is this?"
  61. I'd squeeze her tip and he'd moan again
  62. "You look like a mare ready to be bred, just look at this,"
  63. My hand would leave her balls to give her ass another slap
  64. 'Nnh~!'
  65. "Is that what you are? Is that what you want?"
  66. 'Y-yes!'
  67. Slap
  68. "That's not what I asked!"
  69. 'Yes master! I'm your mare, breed me, please! Please master, please breed your mare!'
  70. I wouldn't think I'd ever been so hard before this moment
  71. But I'd have a plan, and I'd need to stick to it
  72. She'd whimper in need as my hand would part from her throbbing shaft, to rest on her balls and smearing her pre against them
  73. I'd reach for my desk and grab the harness, before bringing it to my target
  74. It'd take me a moment to get it right, and she'd try to lean her head forward and between her legs to get a good look at what I'd be doing, but the skirt would be in the way
  75. 'W-what is that--'
  76. She'd gasp as I'd finish my fumbling and tighten it, securing and separating her little plums from his scrotum
  77. "That,"
  78. I'd activate the device and give his balls one last squeeze, and he'd scream in surprise as it starts vibrating and pulsing
  79. "That means you're mine,"
  80. 'W-w-whyyyy-Nghh~!'
  81. Damn, I'd think, they weren't kidding when they said it'd increase pleasure
  82. She'd give a long, drawn out moan as I'd trace the length if her shaft with my fingertips
  83. But I'd have other plans for her mouth
  84. "Come on slut, turn around,"
  85. It'd take her a moment to find the strength to stand up
  86. But she'd do it
  87. Good girl, I'd think
  88. The sight of her dazed gaze would make me throb again
  89. I'd think of letting her take care of my pants, but I'd be way too horny for that
  90. So I'd drop them
  92. They'd instantly come flying, and she'd look at my pride spring free from them, bobbing up and down as if it was the most beautiful thing she's ever seen
  93. And she'd lick her lips, as if it was the tastiest thing she'd ever seen
  94. Now free from any clothes, I'd sit back down, and my hand would instantly find its place on her face, palm and fingers cupping her cheek
  95. "You'll have to get it real wet if you want me to breed you, slut,"
  96. Her eyes would finally leave my tip to find mines, and she'd nod
  97. 'Yes master, anything, please--'
  98. I'd let go of her cheek and stroke my way up, until it rests on her scalp, and I'd clench my fingers around a fistful of her mane
  99. She'd whimper again at my dominant act, the scenario of what was going to happen already flowing through her mind
  100. Not that I'd give her much time to do so, my hand would already give her mane a sharp tug forward
  101. And using my second hand to angles my shaft, I'd bring her soft lips to it
  102. She'd submit without even blinking, her lips parting to grant me access and tongue coming out to meet my erection
  103. And a content sigh would leave her lips the moment my skin would make contact with her tastebuds
  104. "That good, huh?"
  105. Another submissive whimper, and a slight nod
  106. And that'd be all I'd need to decide to push another couple inches inside, pulling her head down, and down, slowly, giving her the time to taste and slather it
  107. Before I'd bring it back up, and up, and up, too up for her as she'd try and push back down and away from my grasp, proving again how eager she is
  108. But her lips would finally separate from my cock
  109. Then, still using the hand gripping my base, I'd slap my shaft against her muzzle, smearing her saliva as well as my scent across her face
  110. Marking her
  111. But I'd need more, so I'd pull her down my shaft and push her snoot in between my balls
  112. She wouldn't need any directives, her tongue would already be out and lapping at them, lips puckering to kiss and suckle at them
  113. "Good girl,"
  114. 'Mmh~,'
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“You still want to go for a run, Toronto?”

He couldn’t speak.  For the life of him, he couldn’t say a damn word.

So instead, he gathered that dark, silky hair in one hand and slanted his mouth over hers.  As she met his kiss, he wrapped his free arm around her waist and hauled her against him.  Naked, her skin still warm from the bath, she fit him perfectly, those amazing curves aligning next to his body like she’d been made for him.

He growled against her lips as she rocked against him.

“I thought you said no grabby hands,” he muttered against her mouth.

“I wasn’t being completely honest…I planned to do plenty of grabbing.  I just wanted to do it my way.”  She pulled back a fraction, staring into his eyes, clear challenge written on her face.  “Is that a problem?

She was in his arms, naked.  “Hell, no.”

“Good.”  A pleased smile curled her lips as she stroked her hands along his waist, then dipped them under his shirt, pushing it up as she went until she could strip it away completely.

As it fell to the floor by the other one, she eased back, staring into his eyes for a long moment before lowering her gaze.  Toronto held still as she lifted her hands and curved them over his shoulders, stroking down, her fingers learning the planes and ridges of his body.  When she reached the small ring percing his left nipple, she paused. Lifting a brow, she touched it, tugging it lightly.  “Silver, Toronto?”

He shrugged.  “I got bored one night.”

“So you pierced yourself with silver.  You trying to poison yourself?”  She continued to toy with it, her skeptical gaze lingering on his face.

“I’m too strong for that little bit of silver to poison me.” He grinned at her, trying not to react while she played with the ring.  It shouldn’t feel that damn good, he knew it.  But while he was too strong for that bit of silver to poison him, that bit of silver piercing his flesh did make him damn sensitive there and it was almost painfully erotic to have her tugging on it like that.

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Toy Crush

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Lady B is a mistress that is always up for challenges. She never cares about how hard a challenge can be, because she is going to demolish whatever is in her way. She will get her boots on and start to stomp. Her feet and heels are going to crush all the toys apart. She is going to laugh at her slave's toy planes and parts being broken.

Gina is a mistress that hates toy jeeps. She is going to take her slave's jeep outside while he is doing an errand for her. She will then put on her very brutal sandal with hard heels, because she plans on stomping and crushing the toy jeep into many pieces. The slave will be very sad once he realizes she has crushed his toy jeep and broke it.

Indira is a mistress that loves to crush. She loves to crush so much so that she will put on her boots and take her slave's toy cars. Once she has the car's in her possession, she is going to crush the cars into many pieces. She loves to be brutal and destroy things, because her slave is such a fucking loser. She hates her slave.

Lady B and her friend Christin are going to have a very pleasant time crushing. They are going to wear sneakers and black high heel boots. The slave that owns the toy lion is going to have a very hard day as the two powerful women take their time crushing the stuffed lion into many pieces. They laugh as they are stomping the lion into nothing.

Lady B has never been a mistress that is shy from breaking things. As a matter of fact, she loves to get her favorite pair of black heels on and start crushing. She is going to take her black heels and crush a red sports car into many pieces. Her slave in front of her is going to be crushed, because it was his favorite car.

Mistress Christin is a sexy mistress wearing wooden wedges as she stands with a toy truck in front of her on the floor. She then takes her feet and stand on the toy truck with a full weight. She takes her sharp heels and stomps down on the toy truck and it starts to fall apart under her feet. She then keeps crushing it until it is completely destroyed and in tiny pieces.

Lady B is a stunning mistress wearing a pair of blue jeans and black high heel boots as she stands in front of a pram with a doll in it. She takes and sits down on the pram and it starts to break apart and crush a little bit under her weight. She then takes her heels and uses them to stomp on the pram and the doll until it is completely destroyed and in a bunch of pieces.

Princess Jen is a sexy mistress wearing pink mules as she sits on white chair while playing on her cell phone. She sits there for a few moments and then she notices that you left your toy helicopter laying on the floor under her feet on the floor by her chair. She takes the heels of her mules and presses down on the toy helicopter and crushes it until it is completely destroyed.

Mistress Gina and Lady B are two sexy mistresses and they are both wearing wooden mules. They take the blunt wooden heels of the candles and they press down on the RC car. They stand on the car with their full weight pressing down as the toy car and the toy car starts to break under their weight. These sexy mistresses show these RC cars the bottoms of their shoes as they stomp them until they are in tiny pieces.

Mistress Megan is a stunning beauty and she is wearing a pair of black high heels as she has fun with a tiny little toy soldier. She has been wearing her heels for several hours and her nylons are moist from all of the sweat. She takes her heels and stands on the soldiers little nuts and then takes off her shoes and puts her sweaty nylons all over his face.

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