As Cyclops fell asleep, Jean sat up to look at him, finally letting the disgust and rage show on her face..
She reached into his sleeping brain, knowing that he would have few blocks against her own power, and made show that his dreams were filled with all the right sort of thing.... Seeing the Master fuck Cyclops' wife in every filthy, degrading way possible while Jean jeered at Cyclops, insulting him for the tiny-cocked pantywaist wimp that he was, giving him the middle figure while he squired into his pathetic cuckold hands.
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Once the other two had their collars on, Emma thrust her mind deep into Celeste.
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The girl moaned and swayed as Emma stripped layer after layer of her psyche.
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He'll love it, Emma thought. What master could ever have such a perfect trio of walking, talking fuckdolls?