I was doing everything I could to hold back but then she started pumping faster and harder...suddenly she stopped and let go. She got on the bed on he... back and told me to straddle her. I did so and my dick was pointing at her tits. She reached up and grabbed me and started working on me again. "Play with both my tits" she said. I placed my hands on them and started kneading them. I squeezed her nipples and then she said, "Harder, squeeze them harder". She was working my cock furiously and now. One guy was sucking her nipples the other stuff himself into her vagina and the guy that was laughing stood over her head and started to slap her face with his cock. We all burst out laughing then two guys was taking it in turns to fuck her and the other was banging her mouth and he had hold of her head when he did it and I could see when he started to cum hard straight down her throat and he kept it in so every last drop got swallowed. Then he started to slap her face with his cock again. “Yes, now all we have to do is survive,” Morgana stated grimly.“I’ll inform the Council. I’ll even suggest Mage Sofya comes with a fact finding party,” Simon chuckled.“We should be so lucky,” Mage Clara replied with a laugh.“We may just get him tomorrow, Clara,” Morgana replied.“It matters not, I suspect his reputation will be all but trashed,” she shrugged. “Soon enough he will fall.”“As far as I can tell he hasn’t recognised you,” Adsila added.“I’m not surprised. I don’t think his spirit. ”Men. I had to grin.I punched his shoulder. Ouch. “I was practically a widow. God, what a hound.”“You looked sexy in widow’s weeds.”“Women in burkas look sexy to certain types of guys.”“What types?”“Breathing.”Walker: “Woman walks into a bar with a pot pie on her head. Bartender says, ‘Why are you wearing a pot pie on your head?’”Pilar: “It’s a family tradition. We always wear pot pies on our heads on Tuesday.”Walker: “But it’s Wednesday.”Pilar: “Fuck, I must look like a real fool.”Vanessa.