With a search that makes most of the guys in the house happy, I end up finding my jeans but they are barely wearable and my shirt is completely ruined... My panties and bra are gone, never to be recovered, most likely hanging from some guys dorm room wall. Shame, I really loved those little pink undies. All this was bad but it left me with the cold reality that I had nothing but jeans to wear out of here. Sasha wasn't in much better shape, her clothes were wet, stained, and her shirt had an. “One of her pet fetishes is watching a much younger, very well hung man masturbate for her. And she loves talking and offering advice and encouragement while it is happening,” she tells me as she leads me into the main room.When I first see her boss it is easy to understand why she is too old for conventional sex or intercourse, though she still has a very sexy persona and presence as she speaks in a very commanding and stentorian voice as she looks me over while sitting in an oversize arm. Tryl suggested, her voice intrigued. Tryl said in their minds, her words becoming concise and business-like. One by one they confirmed they’d brought the thin metal rods hidden under their clothing. Tryl continued. ---- ∞ ----Elva, Teran and Bena watched as Issa and Chugad made it to the balustrade. The queen and king had returned to sitting on their throne after greeting the three earlier and made no move to leave their seats. Arguably, Issa should be greeted with the same warmth as the rest. And she was ready for it. With my right hand keeping her in place, I could slam my body onto hers with reckless abandonment and never need to readjust. With my length being what it was, I could go full bore on her and not need to be concerned with hurting her. With the way she was crying out, I knew that she was fueling me to push her with all I had, begging me to plunge inside her harder, and deeper, with more ferocity than she'd ever experienced before. It wasn't long before her moans were.