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To begin with, Tracers vibrancy and happy-go-lucky nature had irritated her, but in time she had grown to, in a way, admire and even respect it. Despite the hardships Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the loss of friends and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-term girlfriend, Emily, she never once lost her smile, her laugh, or the bubbliness that made her stand out. Amélie’s thoughts were disrupted by the sensation of warm fingers tracing up her skin, it seemed to Lena, to kiss like she meant it, meant an awful lot of physicality that Amélie hadn’t expected. As their lips parted briefly, their breath hot before rejoining the kiss, Amélie felt the hand caress higher until, at last, under the smooth fabric of her t-shirt the girls hand closed around and cupped Amélie’s full but modest breast, squeezing it as they made out, the girls knee pressing a little harder between her thighs, meeting more resistance than she had perhaps expected. Though Amélie had conditioned Tracer, taming Lena into her own plaything, some things were still a bit of a mystery to her. In this instance, she had ordered Lena to kiss her but hadn’t specified for how long. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a good time for a ‘real kiss’ and as Lena’s knee pressed a little firmer between Amélie’s legs, her hand still massaging her breast, she felt the girl relax her grip and her hold, their lips parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie’s theory. Amélie opened her eyes and looked up at Lena with her amber gaze, their faces still so close together, Lena’s expression unreadable, her eyes searching Amélie’s, for what she didn’t know. As if the spell had been suddenly been broken Lena blushed and rolled off of Amélie, laying beside her and staring at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling, a hand resting over her own heart. “Mm… That… That was worth the wait, my little pétale…” Amélie breathed softly, feeling oddly out of breath, “You’ll stay here with me today and tonight… Take Foot your time in bed, then take a shower. You’ll feel better for it.” Amélie leaned in towards Lena’s cheek, but Lena turned her head away, all quips and comments gone as she stared off at nothing. Amélie let out a dry little chuckle, “Mm, suit yourself.” Lena kept her head turned away as she listened to Amélie rise and step from the room, her footsteps so quiet that Lena was only aware she was alone when she heard the click of the door. She lay on her side facing away from where Amélie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the thoughts vying for control throughout her. Widowmaker, her enemy had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from twinks her she’d never even considered she could lose. While she knew her mind was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her thoughts were her asian own. She felt all the old thoughts and feelings for Widowmaker, the anger for her crimes, the pity for what had been done to her, but now they mingled with something different. Idly as she thought she found her fingertips playing with the T-shirt she was wearing, curiously she looked down, it wasn’t her own and without really thinking she raised the collar above her mouth, scrunching up the fabric slightly and holding it to her nose. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterflies take flight in her stomach. It was hers, Amélie’s shirt. Amélie’s scent. Lena closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled in a long shaky breath, her mind turning over the memory of the kiss, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no doubt. But... Had she been ordered to enjoy it? “No…” Lena said softly to herself, voice quavering, confused and annoyed that she could be entertaining such thoughts, thoughts of feet Amélie, thoughts for Widowmaker. She squeezed her eyes shut. Amélie had been destroyed long ago, all that remained was the unfeeling, uncaring monster that was the cold-skinned brutal assassin snake, Widowmaker. Angry with herself for thinking Widowmaker could be anything but that beast, she rolled over, arms folded across her stomach as she frowned and contemplated, with a momentary lapse in optimism, just how dire her situation was. Lena blinked, her cloudy expression clearing in an instant, her eyes going wide, her lips parting just slightly as she took in the sight before her. On the bedside table in front of her sat a single cup, the contents still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather small ceramic item, clasping it in her hands, the familiar warmth giving her some level of comfort. After giving it a tentative sniff and detecting nothing off, she lifted the cup and took a slow sip, then let out a fetish long satisfied sigh. She bit her lip and looked at her own shaky reflection in the cup, “An unfeeling, uncaring, cold-skinned, brutal, assassin monster… Who makes tea...” She said gently, her own uncertainty clear in her voice. After a moment she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her butt and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie’s T-shirt and a pair of plain black panties. Curiously she looked over a city she didn’t recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. Part of her wanted to leap from the window, escape into the city, but every nerve ending in her body told her it was an impossibility. She had been ordered to stay, and stay she would. She was waisting no time and her head was constantly moving. • Tone And here was a beautiful girl, just lying there in my bedroom. “Glad to be here,” I said, my legs crossed, my body almost floating off the couch from my orgasmic high. My fingers dug into my flesh as I sandwiched his shaft between them. “Do you have any Owlcookies left, Ron? feet Keep it with you at all times and hopefully it may be able to shield you. He finally asian let go and she took some deep breaths. “That you said you’d pay for!” Tegan growled, cutting him off. If Ithya shows any signs of recovering from her sexual twinks hypnosis I simply tug her hair again, after giving her long enough to comprehend what I’m about to do. He ran his hands up her sides. "Hey, Lilith?" You're gonna make me cum so quick!” Unexpectedly, he stopped and froze while his nostrils expanded and contracted. Finally, my nose presses up against Israa’s bushy pubes. I looked up from the brief I was writing to find Jake filling the doorway of my glass office. “My friend Chief McCormick is cheating here because I usually do this at fifty yards and I can see that the targets here are at least seventy-five, but that’s okay. She smiled, I didn't waste the moment, I'm afraid, I just swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom, her pink blouse tore off real easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short white skirt and black thong off her, she squealed, I wasn't interested in why, only in making sure she knew she was mine. I bounced and rode him for several minutes. Not a son to mother kiss, but a lover to lover kiss. The doctor was writing on the clip board and the nurse was getting together a tray of something when I started to feel pain in my nipples. Now, she just wanted to die. If you were my woman, you’d never have to take your clothes off for money.” Bridget smiled again and worked fetish her way down Charles's torso. By that time my thong bottoms were wet and totally see-through. To my surprise, Marian asked me, “Why not?”, trying to explain herself, she added, “As long you can afford them you can enjoy them, Nicole has good stock,” she said so with smile on her face adding, “Both of us are capable to Foot get them with no risk, beside they are not harmful, health wise I mean.” Her lips slid up the shaft, sucking just on the tip.