She snatched up her weapons. Sven was right behind her, cock bouncing wet as he went for his short sword. Greta and Nathalie whimpered, the two girls ...rabbing each other.“What in Las’s putrid cum is that?” Sven growled as the entire building shook. Heavy steps stomped up the stairs. Someone shouted. A sickening crunch echoed.“Brother mine?” Kora gasped.“Get ready,” Sven growled.“Oh, no,” Zanyia groaned. “I know that stench. It’s Gor, the—”The wall by the door to our room exploded into rubble. A. She forces my mouth open with her tongue. Then, she spits your cum into my mouth. She tells me to swallow it and taste the cum of a genuine man.You inform my wife you will need a little time to recover. You say for entertainment, you’d like to see me jerk myself off and then consume my personal cum! My wife agrees that it’s going to be enjoyable and tells me to jerk off for you.I stand before the two of you. With one particular hand I grab my balls as the other hand begins pumping my dick. You. He asked me what I what like to drink and I said “whisky” I think I was in a trans or out of my mind somehow. Anyway, Jon got me a drink and asked me to sit on the couch right in front of me. It was only me and him in this dark but comfortable room he had taken me too, although like everything that night it seemed strange.We sat together having a drink for a bit when I realized I was no longer part of the drama. I was actually happy with that as I think I had had enough and I also think Trish. " Okay," replied Jen. "Let's go."Driving out to the steakhouse, she was studiously positioned against the passenger-side door. We stopped at a light. I glanced over. She'd taken time to run a brush through her hair and to wash her face before we'd left. Not bad. A man could certainly do a lot worse in the looks department. Brains? I kept track of the flashes in her use of language, the wit that forced its way through some obvious hurt and disillusionment.She caught me looking. I denied it. She.