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Not one of those boys who would try to take oral advantage of me. He understood that I would always be Daddy's little girl. The figure who created the panties smiled. His first creation was a huge success. It was worth the wait for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever happy. In nine months, teen she would produce a baby. The first of the many children she would bear her Daddy. One day, she would even get married, but she would forever give herself to her father. Her husband, maybe even this stooge George, would understand. He might be married to Brittany, but her body would forever belong to her daddy. The figure brushed the next pair of panties with a single word printed across the rear in gold, sparkling letters: Bratty. To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling Panties... Peter Weng was what a blowjob person who was trying to be nice might call slight or lithe, the people he had gone to school with generally went with faggot. He was 20 years old 5'4 and Asian, didn't have a visible ounce of muscle on his body but wasn't fat either, he had a slight softness to him from an indoorsy childhood and a job as a software engineer now. A too socially conscious person had once commented on a amateur picture of him that he was reinforcing racist stereotypes with his build, a confusing complaint that he still wasn't sure how he was meant to respond to. His feminine face, meek personality and somewhat anime inspired hairstyle sealed the look. He had the stereotypical list of interests and no friends that he had spoken to offline this year. In him there was a keen interest in girls and sex but personality and pressure to succeed put a damper on coming near to those things, the closest he had gotten was rubbing his 4 inch penis on his anime figures with squeezable boobs until he shot his little load over them (a great way to pretend both were bigger) or once when he had bent from the waist to pick something up and a muscular man had squeezed his butt, an experience which had sent a strange thrill through him that he did not like to think about. He was pushed up against the door of his probably unsafely full train home, annoyed by this and a bad but typical day of going down to his company's office, something he thankfully didn't have to do often. Everyone knew he wasn't man enough to do something about it if they treated him with no respect and took full advantage of this. Becoming wrapped up in thoughts of this he didn't differentiate the voice speaking to him from the buzz of the train or the hand politely but firmly telling him Latinas someone wanted to pass from all the body parts pushing up against him. As the also unnoticed open door in front of him was getting near time to close, he felt strong hands take him by the back of his jacket and under his butt, to lift Peter out of the way of the door and place him to one side. Carol now wished she could find him a woman who would really love and care for him. Ponni offered her breasts to him. Her panties were down around her ankles, it was embarrassing, she flushed red. But I understand if you’re hesitant to continue where we left off. I was obsessed with it. Her pussy was so juicy and warm. I thought I had died and an Angel had come to fetch me to heaven. Suzi was sexually naïve with her ex-husband Roger, being the only man, Latinas she had ever slept with. I feel my clothing rubbing my little hairs and my little breasts all stirring me to wet and horny…it was exciting to be naked under my dress and when boys or men would come to visit us it made me hot and trembly all over teasing myself at what the boys and men would think if they knew how close they were to my naked body. When Willy's hands enveloped her blowjob breasts, and she molded herself to teen her back, Hanna's nipples responded instantly to the touch, warming and hardening, their areolae contracting as the nipples enlarged themselves and became rock hard, pressing themselves back into Willy's palms. “I’ve had them all along. I gave a wicked giggle. Lenny dried Sammy’s backside with a cool air dryer and then he lubed up a thin butt plug and eased it up Sammy’s back passage. Eyes bulging, gagging on his cock, my hands shot up, trying to push him away from me. My mind racing, "fuck, fuck, fuck," repeating in my mind. We can do this.” For once one story ends it oral only means another can began. What does it matter amateur if I masturbate or not? “Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. I’ve seen your DVDs that you have.” My bedsprings creaked beneath me as I trembled. Gunther, my most trusted general, led them. Even after fucking her way through every cock in the camp, however, she retained enough of herself to know her mission. Being the lightest sleeper, Misty slipped out of bed first and padded naked into the kitchen, followed a few minutes later by Mollie, who was still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Just thinking about it made my pussy grow wet, soaking my panties. But you must respect my boundaries. Oh! His other hand held what looked like a long, thin reed - clearly an instrument meant to punish. Then he hung up. Gulping, she quickly re-adjusted her buttons and scurried out of the bathroom back to her seat. Within seconds H was on all fours and lifted her dress up.