”Now it hits me. My orgasm had been just for me. I had not helped, hadn’t tried to empathise with her needs, hadn’t said things to carry her...along with me. My own hungry cunt, that’s all I’d cared about. I am feeling shame and guilt, shame at my selfishness, guilt at the way I have used her as a fantasy object.“Oh, Evie,” I say at last. “You didn’t come. It doesn’t mean anything. And it’s my fault. I got carried away. I didn’t wait for you. I didn’t help you at all.”There is. It took more then a big-boobed human to affect him. "Now you remember what I said yesterday, no spells had better come from those full chapped lips of yours. Do you understand?" He stopped untying her until she nodded vigorously her agreement. He then finished untying her and took her gag off.Once the gag was off Tamarilla resumed her complaining and threatening from the night before. The words were hardly out of her mouth when Lord Gilcrism made a dismissive gesture with his left hand. A man. She got up, pulled herself closest to me, and hung about me. She brought her face so close to mine that I wasn’t able to even see but her eyes. And then, she kissed me. I was dumbfounded. She did not stop, kissed me away, and held me so tight that I wasn’t able to move. Then, she cried. I saw her tears rolling down. She didn’t leave me, but kept her head on my chest and cried. I asked what had happened and why she was behaving so unnatural. She whispered, “I love you.”Me – Me too, my Angel.. I then decided to go all out. I drew a tall, voluptuous women with thick braided hair and a true hourglass figure. For clothing I went risqué and made a black top that exposed a certain amount of her breasts, an exposed, toned navel, and an elongated black loincloth with thigh high boots to go with it.And of course any samurai needs a sword so I made the most epic kind imaginable. The handle is a bright red and the hilt is in the shape of a raging fire and the blade itself is bright orange. And.