"I...I don't know!" Yolanda screamed, pleasure spilling through every nerve, sending gooseflesh down her spine. "Lying...slut!" Her mother said, fe...ling her drag her hips back and slam right back into her again. "M-Mommy...oh god!" Her arms gave out, her face burying into her comforter. Her mother had been drilling into her with a vengeance, short hard thrusts that sent waves of pleasure through her walls and spilled down her thighs. "You'd like that, wouldn't you slut?" Her mother. There was room enough for three of the things to stand shoulder to armored shoulder, Caden narrowly avoiding a strike from a polearm as a second construct pressed the attack. To his right, Kadal was contending with an axe-wielding adversary, the heavy blade cracking the stone at her feet as she leapt clear of the strike. She was as agile as ever, moving faster than any human could have hoped to, muscles like liquid iron flowing beneath her shining scales.With a mechanical grinding, her opponent. In a bad mood? Masturbate. Confused? Masturbate. Working on a painting and I’m stuck? Go lay down on the couch and masturbate to orgasm. Not today. Today is about denying your orgasm, retaining your semen and energizing your spirit.”When I entered the main room there were seven nude men sitting in the lotus postition on cushions casually chatting.As I found my place on an empty cushion, Griffith, also in the buff, joined us. His penis was small. Tiny even. The first exercise of the day was to. You’d be doing it for Amanda.”“You got anything to drink?” Alex said. “This is all blowing my mind. I could use a stiff drink right now.”Blake got up quickly and found a bottle of bourbon, holding it up he asked, “How do you want it?”“A little ice and some water,” he replied. “But not much water.”Alex was slowly drinking his bourbon and thinking about Blake’s proposition when the garage door opened, and Amanda came into the room carrying bags proving that she had been shopping. As she first saw.