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I decided on the latter. As I walked down the steps of the clinic a gust of wind caught my dress and blew it up above my waist. Normally I would have left it and waited for gravity to return it to where it had been, but this time I quickly squat ball busting down and femdom pulled the dress down before standing up again. Just in case anyone from the clinic was watching. “Two hours to kill.” I thought, “what shall I do?” I looked around and saw a small shopping mall. “That will do.” I thought and started walking that way. I found a couple of clothes shops and went into one but I couldn’t find anything that I liked. In the other shop there were a couple of things, a skirt and a pair of shoes in the window. When I went in I saw a rather cute young sales girl looking rather bored. I went over to the shoes and picked up the one that I liked and had a close look mistress at it. “Would you like to try it on?” the girl asked in Spanish. I replied in Spanish (the rest of the interaction was in Spanish as well), “Yes, but I’ve seen a high heels skirt in the window that I would like to female domination try on as well.” I pointed out the skirt and the girl went and got one for me. I looked for somewhere to try it on and the girl led me to a curtained cubicle. I know that nothing good comes by process server. When I moved one hand to her sex I found it gushing. “New angle?” She smacked her lips audibly and winked at me. There was only one person with the guts to do this. I tell her I will stop in again and we can play. What other effects had I caused? I continued to explain how Ryan had put the ring on. Her tight pussy milking his cock made his balls mistress tighten and cum raced up through his shaft shooting a surprising big load deep in her cunt forcing her to cum so hard she squirted down the front of her body into her mouth and face. Then I spat on my fist, which was already glistening with cunt juice and begun to work it gently into her loosened cavity. Even that did not seem to work until Emma grabbed his wrist and told him to ball up his fist. She was relieved. I knew he must be cumming in me and keeping my head down, I could feel his cock jerk inside me. He was out of breath now and as he hunched over me, he slowly moved his cock in and out of me for a little bit. But as we lie there in the darkness, my heart femdom pounding against ball busting hers, but slowing, and her breast heaving against mine, but easing, my body slips silently from the frenzy of orgasm into the stillness of sleep, with my high female domination heels little sister asleep on top of me. We were finally allowed a much needed break and sat down to a dinner in the grand old dining hall of the sorority house. It probably strangled me. I hadn’t worn a condom before, so I didn’t know what to expect. When she caught her breath she resumed her defiant look. “What made you decide to come this time? Most women dread (although a few masochists fantasize) falling to one Hunter, thoughts of him triggering terror more profound than his fellows. It was so incredible. Do you like that cock inside you, bitch?" But I already knew what they were because I had written those words thousands of years ago back in my bedroom when I was eighteen.