We will eventually take your power from you once we've grown bored of seeing what you'll do with it. And no, you won't face any repercussions from any...hing you've done. I'll handle that shit. So congratulations kid, I'm your own personal fucking angel. Want my advice on what you should do?" I guess?" All those tasty mortal sluts with you and your shitty excuse for a party? Go crazy on them. Go on a fuck-spree."You immediately freeze, a deep flush coming over your face. "I...they're just my. If not for the sticky skin, I might have believed it to be a dream in its entirety. - “I don’t even have to ask you how it went, it’s in your eyes, girl,” said Carla, who sought me out early that morning to make lunch plans. We were sitting in a crowded delicatessen, just finishing our food when she broached the subject. “So about this three-way...I see your sex glow, so tell me the details! How great was it?” “Well,” I said, then halted, still not sure how to make sense of my own. Was it floating? perhaps even invisible as was the Olsen, hanging unseen above the farm or lake?Only the Full moon and eternal stars beckoned down from the dome above.In short no landmarks to guide him.He was certain at least reasonably of the east west orientation having watched the sunset a while ago.Hell, for all he knew the vista above could be an elaborate fake! A hologram or some such trickery, he couldn't be sure.That full moon hanging placidly over head might be well composed of the. My pussy is so wet. He bends over against my back as he is thrusting in and out of my mouth. He reaches in his bag of goodies and pulls out a double sided paddle. One side is a soft felt like material, the other is wooden. He then starts spanking me with the soft side as he is still fucking my mouth. ‘Ooohh yes, that’s it Roger, I have been a bad girl’ I say. ‘Shut up and suck my cock!’ he replies, and then he flips the paddle over and starts smacking my ass with the wooden side. I can feel the.