" A cacophony of calls and orders filled the room as Council members made arrangements and started towards the doors.Yakhir's eldest cousin took him b... the shoulder and led him to his uncle. As they walked, the cousin slipped a smoothed stone in his hand."A worry stone?" Yakhir inquired, not sure if he was insulted.His cousin shook his head slightly, "No, a 'patience' stone. You will need it: remember that the serpent doesn't strike until he is sure of the target."Yakhir tucked the stone in his. Maybe they never found it.They were stories (I now realize) that never conveyed the true wonderof giving yourself to someone as I have. Well, let's not be too modest,I realized it then too. They weren't... complete. They made me sad, butI also realized that perhaps they made other people happy. Just not me.They lacked that ingredient which Mistress provides for us. She adoresme as I adore her. But, oh but! They showed me by little sentences hereand there, that where there is submissiveness, and. "Just then the music restarted with a slower tune for a change. Jan grabbed me and we set off for my token dance.Jan snuggled up to me. "Hey there big fellow, I hate to mention this, but this is the second hard cock that's been pressed up to me this evening."I kissed her and she put her head back on my shoulder. "I noticed you've been lent Mike for the evening, maybe we should return before midnight and the loan ends, or is the 'evening' going to be extended to 'the night' anyway." Would you. Rim your mother good. Can you feel my ass sucking on it, Mark? Can you feel my butt sucking your tongue in?"Jennifer was beside herself with wanton lust and was spewing the most perverse obscenities she could manage to come up with. The pillow was soaked were her mouth was biting and licking it, and soaking up the drool that was dripping from her mouth as she floundered in her own cesspool of incestuous depravity.Mark pulled his tongue from her gaping anus and spat into it, the wad of white,.