"I've seen the place where they take their victims!" Hostia cried.(More gasping from the audience.) She rushed on. "They always line upthe Brook Nymph... they catch . . . right by the water (you've all seen that);but our girls–nobody could figure out where they take them. Well, I wasthere! It's a clearing in the pine wood to the north! I saw it! You all knowhow they p-pounce out of nowhere; how they like to go for the . . . the breasts.Then they . . . carry the girls off. But what happens after. Jess made a sad face.“Sir Brent, did we not do a good job? Perhaps you would have preferred that slave Aaron pleasure you?”“What?! NO!” Brent shouted. You would have thought Jess had suggested volunteering for medieval torture.“Then what is it, Sir Brent?” Jess asked meekly.Brent sighed. Jess reached back down and toyed with his soft cock while he thought.“Look, this is all very new to me...” He looked over to Emma while Jess continued to fondle him.“I really like you, Emma. A lot. And if this. Oh, I love you. Ah... oh. I'm your girlfriend; I love you. You feel so good inside me."Christy liked to cum; and nothing made women cum more than big black cock. Make a woman cum enough times on a big black cock and it became habit. He put his mouth over her lips and his long tongue found its way down her throat.Christy made muffled cries of erotic passion into his mouth as her soft hands, that briefly pushed against his brown, muscular pecs, slid around him and embraced him, the mantra he had. She opened up a thin metal case and handed a card to me.“I know everything can be a little overwhelming when you move to a new area. I’m also the president of a club called the OM club,” she laughed, “Like I said, its a quiet town and there’s not much to do. My husband is away a lot on business so I’m usually by myself.”“What is this club about?” I asked, turning over the card. Vesperia’s name, number and address was gold embossed on the expensive looking paper. She lived up in the penthouse..