I crawled on all fours for the entire event, attached to Kritikaji since she wanted to seem “cool” with her slave. She kept tugging my chain harde..., spanking me with a paddle occasionally, and of course perpetually crushing my balls; I loved it! She even made me eat her out during some of the bids, while Smriti went over to make out with a few of the participants, in an attempt to socialize. Kritikaji, of course, had to show me off to a bimbo of a guy just so he would make out with her.It was a. The village of Southmarch, to the south, obviously, have reported that Goblins and Sexlings alike have been raiding the homes on their outskirts, taking prisoners and supplies and burning homes. The men, more often than not, are left to die, but the women...As the land dries up, so do the fertile beings who were to keep it all populated. Now the women are the currency, traded for goods, for pleasure... Those who are fertile are traded as breeding stock. And it's not just the Goblins or the. ‘Now something special.’ he whispered in my ear. He touched my buttocks again, this time gently prizing them apart with his fingers. I could feel him probing my pussy lips and I held my breath as he slipped his digit inside me. He knew exactly what to do. He found my clit and with soft easy movements, he aroused me into an orgasm. He kept me at my peak by using more fingers to open me wide and after a while, returned time and time again to my clit, repeating the same mind blowing climax I. Stealing those clothes was wrong, I knew that, but it had become anobsession with me, I simply couldn't help myself. The thrill ofsneaking into the club and stealing a woman's most intimate apparel wasa rush I needed. I rarely if ever peeked at the girls themselves now; Iwas really just looking for the next piece of clothing I wanted formyself. Within my Hole I would sniff the underwear or rub it to my bodyto fuel my masturbation fantasies. Or at least that's how it started.I remember vividly.