Brianna turned red and seemed to bristle at the laughter.Gemma wiped her eyes again, but this time from mirth."You must be kidding me right? Ok, since...you've been, oh I don't know twelve or thirteen, have not most of the men you have met not been trying to suggest various different ways to get you into bed?" asked Gemma smiling."Sure they all have, but that's what most of those beast do. They try to have sex with anything that moves," replied Brianna almost with a snarl."No, not all of them do. The same occurred with the tentacle that had been wrapped around my right arm and breast. My body was now bare of all my master's tentacles except for the one holding my body up. Each of the other tentacles began retreating to the mirror, pulling themselves through the reflective surface. My body glistened with the slime, sweat, and my own juices. My breathing was short and shallow, gently raising my breasts and pushing my erect nipples further out. My master let me lay there in his. When we pulled into the parking lot of our hotel in Vegas, we parked out towards the end, by a bunch of buses, semis and a few cars. I got into the passenger seat, and she pulled on top of me. She was so wet I slid in easily. She just had on her black slip, and was grinding up and down on my already came thrice dick. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a stocky white guy watching us. He didn’t notice that I saw him, and he proceeded to pull out his thick veiny cock. I was amazed at the size. I guess you could call me a jack of all trades, eh, Honey?’ he said, looking at Georgia, who was concentrating on her father’s grave. When his wife didn’t respond, Curtis continued. ‘It’ll only take us a few minutes to pack. Meet us at the motel in thirty minutes,’ he said, speaking to Brian. ‘I’m going to my office. Red’s taxi is right around the corner from your motel. Red is your best bet. He goes to the airport all the time,’ Brian said, and then to Georgia, ‘I’m sorry for your loss.’ They.