Huuugh huuuugh huuuugh. Far in to the night Connie fucked Lucy and Lucy fucked Connie. At 5 am Lucy said I'm calling headquarters and tell them I'm de...ayed. You don't have to go in this morning do you? Not necessarily, why?That big purple dildo you have with the rams head? Yeah. I want you to fuck me with it. Honey thats as big as a baseball bat and electric powered to boot. I want it honey, I really do. Please. Oh alrightChapter 9On Sunday Connie went to brunch at Holiday Inn. Looking for a. You are the hero of this adventure, and you are excited to be here. This is the most exciting experience you have ever had in your entire life.. . . okay.Excited. And powerful. Did you know? That you are powerful?How am I powerful? I can’t move. I can’t scream. I’m about to be ****d. How is this powerful?What this poor man is doing is proof of your power.. . . what?Look at him.No, please, don’t make me—LOOK AT HIM.Laurie looked. A black man—so dark she almost couldn’t see him in the alley.. We both ordered sundaes and sat down.“Do you remember I told you where this would end if you kissed me again?” I asked.“Yes,” she said shyly.“And you kissed me anyway. Then when I dropped you at home, you told me I was right. What did you mean by that?”She was quiet for a minute, then she picked up her spoon and scooped up her cherry and put it in my cup.“Kara?” I whispered.“You told me that’s where it was going to end up. You might be right. I think you probably are.”“I can’t take your cherry,. “Care to do the honours?”Alistair gulped, and then, using his teeth to uncork the bottle he held, poured a generous amount of sweet-smelling oil into Zevran’s open hand. And then he was the one to groan when those slick fingers closed around his length, smearing the oil and stroking him gently. And it felt nothing like his own hand, he thought, the assassin’s touch firm and yet gentle, so much more than when he touched himself.Alistair cursed and thrust awkwardly into his hand, and Zevran had.