He sucked me harder making my hips flex in time with him.Once he was happy that I was suitably prepared, he popped off my cock. “Fuck Lindell, so I ...an fuck you,” he asked.My wife removed her tit from my mouth where it had found itself and grinned at me. She moved on to all fours and wiggled her arse at me. I didn’t have to be asked twice. I happily mounted her, and once happy Junior was as deep as he could get, I held my hips still.Kim entered me, while I played with my wife’s lovely tits and. “Camra du!”“Camra du!”“Camra du!”At the opposite end of the circle from where Kyra stood was what she could only call a dais on big wooden wheels. Adorned by tall torches at each corner, the large square platform held a fur-covered throne carved from a wood Kyra didn’t recognise, though it was probably made from the strange trees all over the island with no branches and all their fronds at the top. The woman atop the throne was what held her eyes, though.One of the largest human women Kyra had. . well ... they think we ... you see ... I haven't had a serious man in my life since college, and then only in the most general sense. I've never had a steady boyfriend, just dates, and occasional weekends. I was with some men in my line of work, but that was convenience, not love."When I took the job with DOJ, I traveled so much because I was the girl they put with people where a guard needed to pretend to be a young teenager. I can make myself up to look fifteen years old, and sell it to. Placing them on a shelf, he selected a riding crop from his collection, it was short, with a wide stiff leather strip, about four inches long, and two wide, on a thin shaft that turned into a hand grip. He showed it to me, then stroked it against my armpits. he stepped back, and smacked it hard into my exposed underarm, I screamed and jerked painfully, then he struck the other side, I had never experienced anything like this, not realising how tender armpits really are, he worked methodically,.