It was a race now.Kristie seized him back and pulled him deep as she could. She felt hisload explode into her right as her fluids flowed into him, at ...east twosnakes fleeing into the small hole. He gasped at the cold shot she hadgiven him in return for his warm semen, which Kristie could feel stillswimming within her. In fact, she felt disconnected from her collectiveand felt feelings percolating. Ted pulled out and climbed to his feet."I have to use the restroom."Kristie no longer knew what. Since then he had worked hard to hone those abilities, even more so since he created the haste rune. He quickly learned using that kind of speed effectively took planning, grabbing a tree limb or vaulting off a fence at those speeds required reaction times he had not developed yet, as well as improvisation, for when the planning went wrong. While he hadn’t honed his skills to a razor's edge in the few months, he’d worked on them; by his estimation, he had become quite good.After his lesson in. And our sex life, well, it rocked. She likedto dominate and I liked to be submissive. Yup, life was fun. While Iworked in an online magazine as a software manager, Shania was doingrather well for herself in a top advertising firm.It was during one of our role-playing, BDSM sex sessions that Shaniaintroduced me to the world of women. I was on the floor, naked, myhands cuffed behind me, kissing her well-manicured toes, as she stoodover me in one of her leather outfits, riding crop in hand.. She seemed to be sleeping. I closed my eyes in frustration. They had tricked me, all they wanted was sex. Well, I'd get my own back, once they let me go I'd kick the shit out of them.The door clicked and opened with a creak. Martin walked in this time, his pale old body in nothing but a leather thong, barely containing his cock. He carried a riding crop, tapping his hand lightly with it. The bastard strutted over to me first, looked me up and down, then slapped my cock with the riding crop,.