When he took them out, he brought them right under my nose, and I could smell my own wetness. ‘‘Go on, taste yourself,’’ he said.I took his ca...loused digits into my mouth and sucked off the moisture that was my own sweat.‘‘That’s right, all that talk about cum has made you water, hasn’t it? Like a bitch in heat, craving for a breeding.’’I knew what was coming the moment I felt his hands grabbing on to my shoulders.When his rod entered me, it was like I was being impaled by a trunk. I couldn’t. The limp coils dropped from my leg as the beastmaster stared at the useless handle in his hand."Indiana Jones you ain't, fuckwit," I said with a smile.The beastmaster made a gurgling sound as he backed away, and the curer floated toward me with its tentacles waving in the air and a watery battle cry bubbling from its lips.I smacked it with the flat of my blade and sent it hurtling a dozen or more feet away from the battle.The beastmaster then snarled and charged me, holding the handle of his. As I go through my therapy, I see your face on every woman I practice with, I feel you every time I wrap my hands around a their necks, I hear you whenever they gasp for breath'," Kathy swooned. "I cannot wait to be with you again, my Darling and am practising letting go so our lovemaking can go on forever."Christi curled kitten-like in Kathy's lap. "It's all about you," she whined, "why doesn't he say anything about me?"Kathy stroked Christi's curly brown hair. "I'm getting to that, he says. ”He stayed put.“Look. At. Me.”Bill faced her.“There’s cum on the floor. Why is there cum on the floor, Bill?”He squeezed his eyes shut, folded his lips and breathed audibly.“I’ll tell you why. Because you jerked off to me getting fucked, didn’t you?”“Frankie, I–”“Didn’t… you?” She stepped close enough that her sharp breathing rippled Bill’s shirt.“Frankie, let’s forget about thi–”“Shut up. You listen to me now.”Bill nodded.“I don’t wanna hear any excuses, justifications, none of that. You want.