Their ends circled tightly around the bases of the model's large, luscious breasts and forced them into this peculiar, almost mushroom-like shape.Oleg...s gaze descended further downwards as he examined the flat, muscular tummy of his muse, glistening with sweat. The artist admired her perfect body, the taut, pearly skin of her back, the straining, twitching muscles underneath. A few strokes of paint found their way on the canvas.The hum started again. It always started out so faintly that he. Finally Jamaal breaks the uneasy silence and begins.“Ijah at first I hated the white boy, I saw the way you looked at him, it was the way you used to look at me, I wanted to rip his heart out I wanted him to go away and never come back, but then I lay with him, I felt his cock inside me, I tasted him and I felt his desire and I knew it wasn’t his fault, I also realized that it wasn’t your fault, he has bewitched both of us….” Jamaal voice trailed off.“Jamaal I am in love with him, I want to. It took only three hours. This is the story about two dredges of society, leeching off what had been heralded as “The last Free City North of the Snake River.”Lily had enjoyed her life as a whore or how she called it, “Good business.” Despite being a half-elf of many appetites, she honestly enjoyed having to answer to know one. Mistress Lily, they called her. It was her sharp red eyes, some said. Others chalked it up to witchcraft and, more than once, she’d found herself at the wrong end of a. They were all looking at where her thighs and the bottom of her panties had been showing. She immediately flushed. She recognized Clevon, another player on the football team, black and well muscled, wearing his team jacket. She also recognized Mr. Best, her English teacher, in his late 30's and dressed nicely for the party. What was he doing here? The last person, however..."This is Charlie, from my computer class", said Mike, as if reading her mind. She flashed Charlie an embarrassed.