Down, on either side of his feet, is the endless chasm. He must not look down. Keep moving he thinks, inside his breath, inside his nostrils. Behin... him scurry tiny bodies, moving in mass, a single body against herself. Against one another, like one thousand innocent blood hungry kittens, or mice, all and at once alone inside themselves eating their own meal, eating one another with very little noise, so little noise in fact that Tristan is not sure if anything is there at all.He looks. Both of the men are semi-erect as I smile, “Now my little strip tease for you both.” My almost naked body is visible through my negligee and I have Ned’s full attention as I turn my back and slowly lift the negligee to show him my ass. “Sarah is proud of her ass, so am I. A full size 14, glorious ass on a size 12 body.” my man tells Ned as he helps me off with the negligee. “She loves it being worshipped. Magnificent, no dimples or flab. Do it. Worship it for both of us,” my man tells him as he. Igripped my tool with my nightgown. My tool was normally hard this timeof the morning being excited by the soft silky material of thenightgown. I wanted to prolong my excitement so I stroked myself slowly.I began to build up in excitement till I reached the point of no returnand I erupted into my nightgown.I lay and relaxed for a while and then got up and put on a cleannightgown and a pink quilted gown and went to make myself breakfast.Really had a proper breakfast during the week and enjoyed a. I will share your enthusiasm. Come and join me, good friend." With a giggle the demure wizard crossed the opulent room, and found a seat close to Szass, ignoring the dry rot odor that so marked his gaunt frame. She purred her pleasure, taking the withered hand that so closely resembled a claw, and taunted with promises as she took the hardened fingernails between her oh so crimson lips."I have long forsaken the pleasures of the flesh, Yaphyll. These bothersome human emotions serve only to hold.