Meanwhile, Gilraen Ancalimë was on her way to Rhonda's camp. She had already sent a message stating that Tamarilla had been spotted and had probably ...een eaten by a dragon.The elf officer arrived at the main camp for the Army of Change and was immediately sent in to brief the General. She expected a dressing-down from the general, but some things could not be helped. The woman in the general's tent had a mask over her face. It looked fierce. The mask was ceramic with precious metals providing. I glowered at him, and the cadence of his applause dwindled somewhat, before accelerating with a defiant sneer. Yavara yanked on Prestira’s leash, forcing her neck high and her back into a bow. Yavara settled onto her new throne while the man beneath her methodically drove, his impressive girth stretching her pussy wide. “You should see yourself, Prestira.” Yavara moaned delectably, acting as the queen of debauchery, “You look so happy with those cocks in you. A little slut in her natural. There was a girl from her school named Jennifer who was a real bitch and I was hitting on her until I realized she thought the world revolved around her. Now Aunt Dee was a complete knock out, with her long brown hair, blue eyes and amazing body. I had the same family genes, just not the blue eyes. Not to brag, but I could have gotten laid anywhere, any place, any time. God gifted me with decent looks, height, slim body and a sense of humor. My Aunt and I were the hottest there and we knew. My fingers slowly turned the dial on the cheap plastic clock radio tuning in the most famous game played on the third Saturday in October. As the tinny speaker squealed into life the game came out clear as if we were right there. The announcer talking about how the team would do against the defending champs. Son of a Bitch!! she yelled at me eyes blazing, if I wanted to be hearing that shit I could have stayed at home with my fucking husband. I turned to her and said hold on there slut don't.