“My name…? Well, it used to be The Servant, but my master transformed me into the girl you see before you, and named me Syria the Depraved instead...” Nyra’s eyes went wide.“Really? What’s your master’s name? Is he a member?” Nyra whispered, not wanting the others to hear. Syria explained everything that had happened from the moment Chaos was released to when she woke up in the cell. When she was done Syria suddenly realized that she had trusted a complete stranger with all of this, which made. We weren't worried about the first one, and while we cared about the second one, we knew how to keep a secret. They say two can keep a secret if one is dead. Twins can keep a secret like no one else. When we did it, we wren't going to brag about it all over school. Our twin sister would know, but that was because she was going to be there doing it at the same time. No one else, correct that, no other girl need know. The boys would know, but we had a remedy for that, we just had to talk a few. We chatted as he worked on me and my champagne and strawberries arrived. I told him to call the waiter in and to pour a glass of champagne for me. I signed his book (wrote the room number) and as I was raised on my elbows, asked him to hold the glass while I took a drink and then to feed me with a few strawberries which he dipped in cream, I thanked him and he said he would “colllect the trolley later, madame!” I flopped back down onto my front and the masseur continued his work.He manipulated. His prick had retracted back into his loins a bit, but a lot of the massive shaft still stuck out, semi-hard. His big cock knob was half sheathed by the foreskin now and pointing at the ground like some fleshy divining rod swaying up and down as it sought a hidden underground source of water. They walked on past the glinting drops of his cum that had fallen onto the trail, and under the other thick drops that had sprayed the trees and now hung from the branches.Marion stared at the stuff.The.