Letting go now of my balls, I raised my left arm up and behind my head, catching a whiff of my rank pits. Must have been a good dream, cause I was rip... as fuck. Grabbing a full fist of cock now, I started slowly stroking, catching the natural lube from my piss slit, and groaning now at the awesome feeling.With the morning piss now reaching a level of self determination, I decided I needed to hurry up, or my bed was going to be soaked. As I picked up the pace, and squeezing harder on my rock. "We call it rechaniye, the reversion, the turning-back," said Moya Tilmitt. "It... Returns the person on whom it is cast to a state-previous of being. In your case, it brought Master Demitri back to a state in which he had not been injured." Which is why I did not remember being struck by Gounold," Jordan said, making the obvious conclusion."Yes, precisely," said Moya Tilmitt. "As you can imagine, Master Demitri--and as you can attest, Your Grace--this is a difficult-very spell, requiring. Maybe he'll want take me home with him. They have me in the center of room on an ottoman. On my hand and knees still so I can suck and be fucked in all my holes at the same time. The camera is right behind me and I can feel the warmth of the light on my smooth little pussy. The black guy gets underneath me and fucks me vigorously. The latin guys lines up behind me. "Look at this sweet little ass." He spits on my ass and sticks his finger in it. I moan, one cock in my mouth and stroking another. Actually, I thought for a sec, and yelled to Devon, "Hold on a sec!" I skipped over to the truck, and crawled into it. I opened the glove compartment, and wrote down the vehicle information, the license number, and the insurance info. I skipped back my Honda. Devon looked at me quizzically. I just smiled, and started my car. >We drove to a park, and Devon got in the Honda. We both reclined a little."Okay, is this safe enough?" I asked."As safe as it's gonna get." So, who were the goons?".