For a second I thought she might be getting ready to face fuck me, inwhat I'm sure would be the most feminine of ways, but she didn't move amuscle. S...e just held me there, as my tingles reverberated through theuniverse faster and faster, my ass shaking up and down and up and down,yearning for satisfaction.Thirdly, I heard a very distinctly English accent say, "Blimey, mate!"The Duke.Who he was talking to, I had no idea. Maybe himself. All I knew wasthat as long as I focused on breathing. (always happens)Heather gurgled again as the next cock throbbed in her mouth, cum dribbling down her chin. She swallowed, sucked, licked clean, and let go. The third one was plunged into her mouth while she was still licking her lips. Her pussy was ready to explode.She tried to tap into whatever power had managed to let her crack the false reality, but only a faint, ghostlike apparition of her fellow Harbingers appeared to her for a scant few seconds. The last cock in her mouth shuddered, and. . and wondered why she had been so reluctant to give up a night alone in her dumpy apartment for a French meal at Fisherman's Wharf overlooking the San Francisco Bay.She glanced around the restaurant again. The lights were low, the atmosphere hushed. Waiters moved across the deep carpet as quietly as cats. And Francois, her date for the evening, with his lean, handsome face, his classic features, the touch of gray at his temples that made him look even more distinguished than his accent could. She was a good bitch and knew how to use her pretty human mouth to clean him up nicely. Besides, she was most tasty when she had been recently fucked by a man or a dog and he loved licking her pussy even when she was dry as a bone. Her ass was a different story because he was not really into licking asses. He didn’t mind humping one that was nicely lubricated or even kissing it with his lips or his cold nose but actually licking it on the inside was something that even some dogs didn’t like to.