’ The woman began to screech at him in unintelligible tones until her husband roared, ‘Stop this foolishness! Venn is right, and Talon should be c...mmended. Clove’s disappearance is neither their fault nor their doing, and they do not deserve your acid tongue.’ The woman sagged into her seat and stopped her tirade. ‘I am sure you are all in need of rest, we will expect a full report tomorrow. Thank you gentlemen, you have done well,’ The three warriors turned and left the room. Talon ran his. I found my dream girl in the kitchen making french toast. “Breakfast, sweetie?” she asked as I hugged her from behind, putting my hand up her tee to cup her breasts, and nestling my cock in her ass crack. “Mmmm”, I hummed contently as I nuzzled at the nape of her neck. “Why are you wearing clothes!” I whined playfully as I tweaked her nipples from under her tee and began dry-humping her from behind. “Hehe, Baby…!” she protested as she teetered for balance from the force of my bucking crotch in. He smiled, shook his head approvingly and climbed the stairs beckoning for me to follow. He showed me into a room with a massage table. He said clothes there, you on table. I asked how much and he said, give card, and was off. In America you receive a massage nude, so I put my clothes there. And climbed on the table, face down and covered with a sheet. I had visions of a brute of a man or a burly woman giving me a firm massage. The door opened and a tall, dark haired woman greeted me with. I was afraid she was going to act out the scenes from the video. Admittedly, they were arousing to watch, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to actually do those things to my cock or me. But I was still bound, and I decided to tell her the truth. ?The last scene, Mistress, where he was pleasuring her while weights were pulling on his cock.?She took a drag of the cigarette, and grabbed my balls with her left hand. She squeezed my balls lightly and said, ?Good. Now tell me the rest of the scenes.