But that's only because my imagination is working 24/7. I suspect regular nymphos have dry pussies occassionally. ---------------------------------...----------------- 1C. The Punishment Seat It was more an honor than a punishment. But that's what we called the gismo. Mostly it's a sturdy pole that sticks out of the floor. There's a six inch wide flange about fourteen inches up and a finger thick rod that points up two more inches. The rod is smooth polished metal. A girl could place. I retreated to the door and called her name. "Ms. Clark?, Ms. Clark?"I got no responce, so I went in closer and said again, "Ms. Clark are you alright?" It was then that I touched her shoulder and she didnt move that I had figured she had passed out. I could smell gin on her breath so I figured she was drunk enough to have passed out. I looked at her laying there on the bed and I reached out and stroked her ass. Oh my God the feel of that smooth skin was enough to make my cock rock hard, then I. I was stimulating her clit with my tongue and arousing her with my finger inside her. She also came and I liked her clean, we exchanged look at each other and were panting. We knew that now is the time we both were waiting for, in a moment she climbed on me and she adjust her cunt on top my dick and I entered her. Ooh! that feeling, that warmth of her mound. The moment I entered her, she let out a loud moan, and I started the to and fro motion. She was enjoying it, also swaying her hip to match. I lowered Sven’s shoulders to the ground, holding his right side, my bedmaid the left.Her youthful face glanced up at me. “What? Are you ... going somewhere?”I sucked in a deep breath, my heart racing from dragging Sven back to the fire where the others lay trembling and quivering, the poison raging through their bodies. My entire body trembled, fear clawing through my guts. They couldn’t die.My family couldn’t die.“We’ll keep them ... alive, Your Highness,” croaked Nathalie, the only one still.