Memories flooding in from earlier activitied, Caitlins face grows a little red and a small smile touches her lip. She looks up through her eyelashes and says sweetly, "Oh? And what would that be?"
"First of all you will NEVER forget to call me 'Sir' without my permission again"
"Now before we get going I we'll do a little spot-inspection of your room."
I march around the room checking every tiny crevice for inperfections. "Good enough!"
"Now a quick psych screening. word asociations. I feel... ,I'm turned on bye..., I want to fuck..."
Caitlin quickly yanks her sweater off, allowig her large breasts to swing free. They stand proudly on her chest, and due to her gen powers they don't even hint at sagging. She smiles and remains perfectly still, "The sweater is off, Sir."
I lick slowly down Kat's throught and wrap my lips around her luscious left nipple and begin to suckle "Now Kat isn't it true that your a virgin? go ahead rub that hot pussy of yours I know you want to."
Reaching down and uncerimoniously ripping away her panties, Caitlin quickly began running her fingers over her soft pussy lips. She moaned some as she did so, replying, "Y-yes, Sir."
My tounge slowly continues it's journey downward, lingering at Kat's naval. "Would you like to remove my boxers Kat?" I saw backing away one step and smiling wickedly yet seductivly"You have permission to talk as you wish I will not punish you for it."
"Yes, sir," Caitlin replied, "I want to take them off and I want to put your penis in my mouth." She gently begins to slide the boxers down Lynch's legs.
Lynch's eleven inch tool comes into view. "Are you sure you can take it Kat?" I slide a finger across her pussy then send my finger to my mouth, and lick my lips with my long dexterous tounge.
ooc: bibritt? I'm not acusing you but it looks like your going to leave me hanging twice. If your not going to play at least give me the courtesy of telling me.
ooc: I'm so sorry, my net died on me again. I think my school is having problems or something. i promise I'll make it up to you. Email me or something if you want me to personally make it up to you. But I really am sorry, I waited like 20 minuted for it to cme back and then I just gave up.
Suddenly, bursting through the door, Bobby loked at the scene in front of him. What the hell is going on here, Cat? DaD? Cat what are you thinking? He said pulling her off the bed and aout of the room.
ooc:since your having trouble connecting why don't we do this slower over e-mail? th e-mail address I check most often is gordon_dupuis@hotmail.com (an assumed name.)