The new wardrobe of clothes they had purchased were all hanging on the a-fame rack in the corner of the room. Every outfit purchased, meticulously cho...en for a specific purpose, needed to be appealing to the eye but not so much as to appear too tarty. They had spent hour after hour trawling from shop to shop trying on different clothes. They figured out the best way to choose which to buy would be to let men choose for them, and to do that they made a game of it. Bridget would go into the. They swayed slightly as it breathed, the soft flesh bouncing enticingly. Its waist tapered into an hourglass, flaring into wide, childbearing hips and thick, muscular thighs that ended in the mass of tentacles that imprisoned him. Why did it look like that?Its lower pair of arms extended towards him, these ended in clawed hands with opposable thumbs. They reached down, dragging across his chest, not enough to break through the fabric and cut his skin, but just enough to tear his clothing,. From the darkness, somewhere else in the room, I could hear Pia's moaning, she was being fucked, of that I was sure, her noises being rhythmic in nature, in tune with a cock being pushed in and out of her, only changing frequency whenever a new one took over from the last.What were two schoolgirls doing amongst so many old men you may ask, hormones and imaginative fantasies I may retort, a good fucking and lots of orgasms, a bit of everything, no what what, we were here, so were they, and we. The warm ring vibrated in his hands. Again, he looked at Lucien who was helping Abdiel up. He helped the reaper off to the side, talking in a low voice. Boy slid the ring around his head and immediately found himself facing the other two reapers who’d been, until now, in the far corners of the vast room. Boy stepped back when a sword materialized almost in front of his nose. He was sure he’d seen Lucien disable the reapers, but there they stood, grinning at him. Boy wrapped his fingers.