“He has naughty ideas in his mind,” Pyrriah said. Her red hair spilling over her cheeks seemed like fire in the small grove. Moonlight filtered do...n through the palm trees.“Yes, I do,” I said.I could be like Thrak, giving the woman of my family orders. A strong and dominating man. One who took charge. Like he had of Faoril, the black warlock. He’d tamed her magic and turned her from evil to good so she could help the noble Sir Angela in her quest to stop the feared dragon, Dominari.According to. On the far side of the room, in a dimly lit glass case stood the idol. It was approximately two feet high and very thick. The material it was made from was still be determined, but it was assumed that it was another form of gold, mostly from the extreme weight and pliability. Staring into the case was Tom Winters, another grad student whom Moira knew all to well. They had dated for some time but Tom had wanted to push the relationship into physical terms that Moira was not ready for. Her. Chastity was the great motivation for sexual settling.Flecks of caked-on sweat and dirt from her soles found its way into his nostrils. His repressed revulsion from this manifested itself in a twisted, perverted way into titillation and lust; he fixated on the hypnotic wrinkles of her feet as she contorted them into a more comfortable position over his nose, trapping it between her toes and digging in for a tighter grip. The flexing undulations were mesmerizing.She knew the position of power. Both women cried out in pain. The master then said to Cindi, “I won’t ask you again piss in Anne’s mouth now”. Cindi then without hesitation let go causing piss to run into Anne’s mouth, nose, eyes and down her shapely body. When the yellow rained stopped Anne was told to go to the shower behind the camp and clean off. After that she was to come back to Cindi and ring the bells attached to her body. The men said they wanted to hear the bells from inside the camp or she would be hanging in the.