She laughed and told me,"I am only playing around, little brother. It is a lark to pretend I have special powers. You better behave or I will change y...u into a toad."She could be so annoying with her flashing me her silly boobs and showing me her moon when I least expected it. The little vixen knew I found her basically repulsive but that was normal for a brother-sister relationship in the 1960s.I think the trouble with Druella started when I caught her giving blow jobs to the gangster types. “I asked you before why you follow Arakel, Lim,” Treck was asking, “and you never did tell me.”“Arakel and I have somewhat similar goals,” Lim admitted. “In life I was a whore, fun and easy work that I thoroughly enjoyed. Unfortunately, there were some in my homeland who were against having whores and brothels, a clan called the Ryu-Sincar.”“I’ve heard of them,” Treck admitted darkly, “they find the largest moral issue in a city when they enter, and then champion the forces against it.. ”“I am not allowed to cum?”“Also correct.”She replied while exaggeratedly fellating her piece of shrimp.“So if you decide to make me cum…”“Exactly my pet!”“Shall we skip to the punishment then?” I asked, not wanting to draw this out any further than we had too.“If you insist” she grinned.She reached for the zipper of my jeans. I closed my eyes and for the first time in more than a decade, I blushed. She had the zipper less than halfway down when I came…This behavior continued for another two. I don't know how it was done, but the temperature of the room was perfectly adjusted to allow for vigorous exercise without the participants becoming uncomfortable.The only jarring note was that, in one corner of the room, was a little nook screened by very sheer cloth panels. Sitting behind the screen was a woman holding a very long knife. I assumed that she was the bodyguard of final resort. I was dressed in normal clothes that a citizen might wear at home, nothing ostentatious, but something.