"A summoner can NEVER be killed nor Harmed. Any creature of the world who even tried to harm a summoner would be erased from existence."A rule all sum...oned warriors had come to both appreciate and hate. Appreciate if their summoner was kind, courteous and helpful to his warriors. Hate if they got a total misogynistic and egotistical bastard who only cared about himself and earning cash for himself to use in the city on sluts and fine food and nothing else. They would rather have an idiot for a. Why would she let herself be tied like this? And why I am I standing here holding the rope?I turn, as if to ask Jenny, but as my eyes follow the rope I see only its loose end trailing on the floor. She isn't there.I wake, knowing that it's time to leave.Then, as I leave the hotel, my mobile bleeps telling me I've got a text. It's from Gwenda. "J," it says, "Can join U after all. Chris P wants to meet me in Sweden to look at the Sysav[1] project in Malmo. How about that dinner/roll in the hay?"I. Once in, he straightened his clothes and went off to work. After an hour or two, he stopped being aware of it and work got his full attention. Then he left for home.Once there, he wasted no time in upping the game; he removed the first plug, lubed both his butt and the next one, and pressed it home. It was a bit more uncomfortable sitting there, but the one thing he had been worried about -- pain -- was not at all a factor. With it in place, it was now time to attend to his throat. He again. Bill’s finger slid into her easily. Their kisses became deeper, more passionate, their breathing uneven. Bill’s cock was fully erect now and she was jacking it with an underhand grip. “Bill, I want you to fuck me.”“You want to be fucked, Jo?”“Yes, I need a good fucking. I want you to give me this big beautiful cock. Shove it in me deep and make me cum. I want to cum all over it.” She pushed Bill away, took his hand and led him to the living room. A big white sectional was the focal point of the.