‘I never feel anything with him, I thought that was the way it’s supposed to be. He just makes me suck his slimy dick until he shoots his wad, the... he doesn’t do anything at all for me. I have to go home and finger myself, which feels really nice, but not as nice as when you just did it!’ ‘Oh, no, my dear, let me show you a whole world of pleasure,’ whispered Karen, returning her finger to stroking Bridgette’s now bright-red clit. Bridgette ceased talking and mumbled endearments to her new. You stop stroking and sucking my cock for a moment. You just hold me in your mouth as your finger eases inside of me. You know that if you had continued to suck on me I would have exploded in your mouth as you slide your finger inside me. You press down on my prostate and I moan loudly. You go back to sucking and stroking my cock as you continue to massage my prostate. After a few moments I feel my orgasm start to grow and you stop what you are doing to let me relax for a few moments. Then. You show up in a muscle car while the rest of the men drive little foreign sports cars." "I refuse to be like everyone else. You have to be yourself." Don't you want to fit in?" To a point, but I refuse to be boring." You should see the looks you get when you show up on your motorcycle. Isn't riding a motorcycle dangerous?" she continued."Life's too short not to live a little dangerously," I replied.We continued to and drink and make polite conversation. It was after her return from a powder. "Good. Then let's go."Daran watched the girls scamper away in opposite directions. The guest apartments were built back and away from the main palace: an afterthought, mostly unused since the palace itself was so expansive. Servant girls came by at irregular intervals during the day, to tend the fires and clean the floors; but that night, none of the torches in the hallways were lit. Better not to light them; better not to attract unwanted attention. Leah and Sira disappeared in the darkness,.