Well, us folks in Lake Wannacum only worship one thing. From sun-up to sun-down, from the time that we're old enough to know about it to the time that...we're lucky if we ain't forgot it, we worship the penis." Then, perhaps to illustrate his point, or perhaps because his back is straight and his eyes are bright despite eighty years of life, he usually adds, "So, you wanna suck me off?" And if some people are shocked by the honesty and directness of this answer, then it is a lucky escape compared. I walked up to the door and it opened before I even knocked and I was greeted by a middle aged man with dark hair and glasses. I walked in and he pointed me to the bathroom to get ready. It didn't take long since I only had to put on my wig and heels. I also put on some bright red lip-gloss for the finishing touch. I walked out of the bathroom and found him on the couch rubbing his obviously hard cock through his shorts while watching a porno on the TV.I waste no time and get down on my knees. "The Farview image of Uroddus hovered between Tarras and the tree. The former Noble Lord could see bits of bark through the Mage's face, giving it a streaked and mottled appearance as it remained deep in thought.Tarras felt the need to speak into the silence. "It does not have to be you personally, Guildmaster," said Tarras. "But it should be someone from among the Mage Elders, someone who has good sense of organization." You do realize what you are proposing is unprecedented since the era of. Droplets of thick, stinking slime drip from it, onto his purt bottom cheeks, trickling down the crack and making it smelly. Jonothon watches the spike, mesmerised by it. His breathing becomes very fast. Suddenly, the brain bug slams the spike down. Jonothon screams in pain as the spike thrusts deep into his hole. The front of his body twitches into the air in pain, supported by the arms, in a spasm of obedience. Slime from the spike collects around the lips of the bumhole as the spike slides.