“Any STRAIGHT red-blooded guy, you nut!”“I agree.”“As for tying up loose ends, I did walk into a situation with effectively zero information...of any outside relationships. And clearly, if I was a jealous bitch, I wouldn’t have given you the ‘all clear’ for Sarah. Do what you feel you need to do, Mike. I have no claims at the moment.”“And you are absolutely, positively, no question, OK with that?”Lara smirked, “Just make sure you fuck her brains out and leave her begging for more; more she can. ” Varnella nodded her approval; she could hardly refuse her anyhow, and her own spiteful arousal at witnessing the erotic splendour of male sacrifice, had her curious to see how worthy his expenditure would be. Candia looked down to Arna, who crouched to her side, her arms about the calf of Candia’s long boot, as though clutching it for comfort the way a child would its mother, her soft eyes unable to avoid the rude cock which poked high, arousing her also ... but with a lust to feel it slip. Rich auburn hair swinging across her shoulders. She raised her eyebrows, signifying her displeasure at being kept waiting. Maybe he wasn't going to make it after all! I smiled in mock sympathy. She noticed, and returned the favour. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to slowly undress her; to run my hands and lips over those wonderful breasts; to sink my teeth into the perfect globes of that beautiful tight arse. To lay her gently, face down, onto the playing field that doubled. "Mistress, this boy is not really a boy after all. He is a she and a very hairy one at that."Eve dropped down next to the shivering boy or supposed boy and felt with her hand just to be certain. There was no doubt that this handsome young lad was actually a female in men's clothing. That was not an entirely uncommon occurrence in these times of rape and pillage for women in a dangerous situation. She grabbed the young girl by her shortened tresses and pulled her up into the light for a better.