" Drink now!" the Abbotto said, his face red with rage. "Closing my eyes, I drank the vial down. The sweet smell of flowers on a cool afternoon filled...my nostrils and the sweet taste of honey touched my tongue. I smiled. "Now, you may go back to your order. The Feast is complete!"Walking out the door, I saw the Goddess in the corner wink at me and shake her finger mockingly at the Abbotto. I laughed and walked quietly out the door to proceed with the day's duties.*****The rest of the day. “Are you going to ground me and send me to bed without supper?” “No,” he breathes in her ear. “I am going to take you over my knee.” “You what?” She asks him shocked. Before she has the chance to do anything, he is sitting on the bed and he has her pulled over his knee. He runs his hand up the back of her leg and against her inner thigh. Not sure if she really wants what he is planning on doing, she struggles, but he has a firm grip around her waist and refuses to let her go. “This is going to. It was the unmistakable pungent smell of sex that alerted her to its presence. It rubbed and slapped its length on her face as a preview of its size and to assert its inevitable dominance.A monster cock for the mouth was an essential part of self-pollinating. The victim didn’t normally need to know why she was getting fucked and pumped full of fluids from both ends, but Carmen had done her research. There were two kinds of cum. A more liquidy ooze, easy for her womb and intestine to absorb,. Mercy bumped me, telling me that this was too easy. Missy came to my other side and hugged my other arm. She told me, "Wait for this one. Something feels funny. It should be black thirty, but something's wrong."Sure enough the ball landed in black thirty, but mysteriously moved to red 29. We watched again, but I put a single chip on black fifteen and the ball went into that slot and didn't leave. I played a hundred thousand on what I felt should be red twenty-two but I called the croupier to me.