“Bend down over the table, now!” she commanded. Bending at the waist, I obeyed and bent down until my forearms were resting on the table. In this ...osition, my butt was completely exposed. She came up to my rear and ran her hands down my back, around my hips, then up front to my breasts. Her bare hands stoked the fire in me as she lightly caressed all my sensitive areas. “I’ll now do a cavity search to make sure you aren’t sneaking anything on board inside you,” she declared. Her right hand slid. But then a second sequence in the same movie, where one girl went down on another inside of the shower. And I wondered if Sheryl was doing the same thing across the bathroom. And if so, what she was thinking of.I also realized I missed having my own bedroom. Sure, doing it in the shower is still nice, but sometimes I just want to take my time laying in bed. Where sometimes I could finger myself to a climax, rest a few minutes, then do it again.The next day over breakfast we talked about the. One was when the fire-haired demonling was captured by the gods for study one night soon after my clawing tree was erected. They cast spells to control it so that it couldn't change into its true form with cloven hooves and horns of a ram.To plant the seeds of terror into the hive-mind that connects all demon kind, my prowess was shown to it time and again that night as I was pitted against a tethered feather-twit that jumped and bounced before me. The godling resurrected the twit after each of. His cock was as huge around as it was long. But it was worth the exertion.The oil was ordinary cooking oil. The taste wasn't that great but not too bad, not at all bad when she considered the luscious taste of the man's prick. Her tongue completely eliminated all the oil at the very tip of his cock.But he gave a couple quick thrusts into her mouth as if beginning to face fuck her, then pulled out.He shouted in triumph, "ONE!"And then she understood. He was challenging her to the most erotic.