I nervously took my left index finger and poked Etta’s left butt cheek. My finger sunk into the soft, fleshy buttock. It was hot and sweaty to the t...uch and the tip of my finger slid off the cheek.My cock jumped about in my pants like a thing possessed…like it was on fire.“Now, now that wasn’t so bad was it?” My Id’s voice had returned to egg me on to further action. But I was committed at this point and the rest of my hand, fingers outstretched has found its way onto Etta’s juicy left ass. He sank deep into his mind, staring at the fireplace. He was gone a long way from this room, to a place where Lady Nadine could not go, could never go. Though the day had been warm for mid-January, the night was very cold, and Herman had lit a fire. A log, burnt through, crashed into another, setting off a cascade of sparks. Neither of them noticed. Lady Nadine sat down, her stomach churning again. Oh, what a goddamn anticlimax if I have to barf, she thought. The God of the Ridiculous must have. Then they began to play games. On man bet her that she couldn't get two cocks in her mouth at once and Greta had laughed at him and then proved him wrong. Granted, they were not large cocks, and she could only get the cockheads by her lips, but technically she did do it. Then someone asked her if she could get two cocks in her pussy at once and she didn't even hesitate - a piece of cake. One rather confident black man bet her a thousand dollars that she couldn't get him off just using her feet.. Suits, dresses, and do not be afraid to show some skin. Some, mind you.” Nodding, Antoinette waved a hand, a tiny gesture, motioning for them to go. “Jack, please explain the rules of my city to Sándor.”“Me?”“Oui. I trust you, and I am pressed for time.”Jack nodded, and everyone left.“So, your mother is coming to the ball?” Jennifer said to Jack, in the elevator. In it were Triss, Jen, Jack, Clara, and Sándor. Othello, Aaron, Fiona, and Damien took another one, not wanting to crowd.“Yes, she.