I mean, what kind of girl meets a guy just to fuck him? Well apparently, I do!I started chatting with Jay, he seemed nice enough. He wanted to meet me...on a Saturday at a local tourist trap. I agreed but seriously doubted that I would go. When that Saturday came around Jay called me about an hour before we were supposed to meet and got me VERY horny. He started telling me about all the nights he had masturbated to my pictures on the site. He told me that his cock was hard just talking to me and. He was tall, thin, surprisingly elegant, and had an aura of power and violence surrounding him.I waited, my chest heaving as I tried to suck in more of the thin, mountain air.He didn't make me wait long. This guy was used to getting straight to the point. I could tell he had no time to waste and was determined to do what he came to do and get the hell out of Dodge."Mr. Fleming, my name is not important. What is, is that you have passed the final test on the way to usefulness to our. He took a deep breath, nerves that had little to do with the coming battle fluttering in his stomach. Trumpets sounded and he turned, watching as his bride made her way toward him. He could barely believe that this was the same Luria he'd rescued from Magnus's castle just a few days past.She wore a long dark cape that only slightly covered up the silver breast plate she had borrowed from the elves. Her forearms were covered in silver cuffs and above them were twin bracelets, clasped snugly. His excited cockhead came forth from under the foreskin as her ministrations had the desired effect.Malcolm let out a small sigh. “How are the ladies doing, dear? Can you see the effects yet?” He kept rubbing his wife’s tits as he talked.She shivered briefly before answering. “Perfectly, darling, perfectly. Both Babs and Maggie have admitted that they are far more adventurous than would appear at first glance. Mary is somewhat more reserved, but don’t worry. She’ll be dripping by tomorrow, no.