It was the place where those impudent brats had entrapped you with their loathsome trickery, this specially sealed room of roughly hewn obsidian pilla...s and clusters of magic crystals forming upon the walls. You remembered that they were once a pristine cyan blue, flowing with latent mystical energy, naturally imbued with the power to stop your powerful evil aura from permeating out of the chamber. Now, they had all been corrupted from what might have been years of decay, significantly weakened. ”“Great! I want that too. Let me work on getting you hard again.”I went to work sucking his cock. When it was stiff again (I think that was made easy by his anticipation of fucking my arse) I asked him to put his erection into my cunt to get the mixture of my cum and his as lubricant, then he pushed against my anus. He was very tentative at first, until I reached behind me and pulled him forward into my arse.“Are you OK, Sally?”“Yes. Don't be so fucking nervous. Fuck my arse.”Soon he was. It was the first time he heard her doing it. After awhile he helped her walk down the hallway, sitting her on the bed and undressing her. She behaved like a Raggedy-Ann doll. After getting her under the covers, he kissed her on the forehead smiling, in seeing what she was like drunk out of her mind. At one point during the night, while they lay sleeping, there was a flurry of activity, followed by howls and growling sounds — like those he heard in the alley. There was so much commotion, he. “How’d you sleep dear,” inquired his wife.“Pretty good.”“Are you going to eat breakfast?”“Not this morning. I need to get to work.”“Master,” Pooka interjected. “Here is your lunch pail. And, here is a slice of meat pie to eat on the way.”“Thanks,” Warstomp said accepting the items and heading out the door.Warstomp typically walked to work with Badmorgan, another ork.“Greetings, corporal,” Badmorgan said.“Sergeant,” replied Warstomp. “How’s it going?”“Pretty good. Did you have a nice weekend?”“I.