"As she keeps talking her words slowly fall into mumbles as looks down at the ground, not even able to make eye contact with her slave. Zerthrie is a ...uta orc who has done nothing with her life, she has been spoon-fed from her father as his favorite child and so hasn't taken up a single responsibility, so when the time came for her father and the tribe had to choose a new chief, her brother was the obvious choice.Her slave was a captured elf, he... she, it's always so hard to tell, was wearing. There is no wine. There are no flowers. It is bittersweet story. I imagine some will believe I have placed it in the wrong category but to me it is a story of romance. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his assistance. This was inadvertently posted in the ‘Non-English’ section under the title ‘Continuity’. If you found it there this is the same story. =============== Allison hesitated as her fingers fumbled with the knot. She could lose her job, her license, all that she had worked so hard to. My pre-cum was flowing copiously dripping on the sheets. I put my hands under Kathi's ass, lifted her smooth slit to my face, looked up at Melody and started tonguing her cunt. Kathi moaned, still sound asleep but probably having a wonderful dream. She moved her hips against my mouth. Melody snapped pics from across the room to get the whole scene, then knelt over her sister's rib cage taking close ups of my face and her sister's cunt marked with the red lipstick word. "Spread the slut's. She licked the tip of her finger and teased her nipple, then traced her fingers ever so lightly down to her tight belly. Looking up at her hair, Brin smiled as she thought of Dad calling her “Pebbles” then reached up to pull the scrunchy away and let her full, thick hair fall down around her face and shoulders. ‘Do you like it this way, Dad? Am I your Pebbles now, or do you seem someone different,’ she wondered. She conjured up a a picture of her Dad behind her, running his hands through.