I have no idea how it happened, but Heela got Lago to open the door, and leave wordlessly.
The only thing I saw was a hazy exchange between them.
Heela doesn't lift her evil hands, only scowling at the door.
"How does she do that... the whole invisible thing"?
Heela rolls her green eyes while gently stroking me.
Instead of answering me she uses both hands, gripping me by the jewels with her left, and gently guiding me with her right.
Her movements only getting faster.
I am sure many men have been taken advantage of like this, the gel surrounding us is an absolute unfair terrain advantage for women.
The thought alone disgusts me, and her soft thighs make me shiver.
I relent.
I relent like I never have before, and I bring her in close.
She places one knee on the bench and stands on her left leg, grinning from ear to ear, proud of herself.
