Though monstrous she was a creature of beauty and I found myself turned on in spite of myself, around her neck she wore a blue collar and I knew she o...tranked me. Besides slut seemed to be a normal way of addressing one another in the pavilion so I simply said What? if the lizard girl cared about my curt reply she didnt show it Your first fuckers are here, she said pointing to a pair of warriors entering the pavilion. Other such groups had entered before and already several of my fellow whores. And she could suddenly feel a heavyness in her front. She slowly slid her hands down to check whether her pussy has been abused as well or not. As she reached down, just as her hands went below her abdomen, she gave a huge shriek and staggered back. Her right hand was holding a throbbing cock. All this time she was so drowned in the pain, and a hazy eyesight,, she never thought about anything else. But the recent incidents had led her soft cock to grow hard. And that was what making her crotch. He told me once that his parents had been very restrictive and did not let him date. They were very protective of their son. His name was Matt. He was about 6 foot 2, light brown hair and deep blue eyes that would make you melt. All in all a very nice young man. I was 25 when he moved in. He was always friendly and would wave, smile, and say hello whenever he saw me. One day he knocked at my door. I went to answer it and let him in. He was holding a box that had been slit open. He handed the. ’ I said, she must’ve meant him. He was taller, dressed better, the majority of girls would say looked better… ‘I meant you silly, now sit.’ she said, and grabbed my arm and pulled me down. ‘Uh… um… bah… wha?’ that was pretty much all I could manage to say. ‘That’s an interesting language, Swahili?’ she said laughing. ‘No thanks, I don’t drink.’ I said out of nowhere. And she actually laughed! My god I made her laugh! Jeff – 1, nervousness – ZERO! And to my absolute shock and surprise, I.