He left the table.-----000-----It was Andrea.There she was, once again, standing right in front of me.Her hair cascaded down her neck and across her s...oulders. I thought I sawa few gray strands. Her eyebrows were still thick and bushy. Her eyeslooked dull and gray, in contrast to the bright and wonderful colours ofwhich I remembered them. She did not only have crows feet, she also hadcrows shins and crows thighs. There were visible lines in her facedripping from her nose past the tips of her. After an acceptable pause, the leader continues. “Tomorrow, perhaps, you will be strong. Tomorrow, perhaps, you will have skill. Tomorrow, perhaps, you will find your name. Should such a tomorrow come, the Mudheel tribe will welcome you back. But today, your only home is the swamp. Now. Begone!” The leader thumps the butt of his spear against a stump, once, twice, three times. His words have become law. You and your peers turn away from the chief and walk past the ring of trees that mark the. Grinning, she then tightened her cunt and started to rock back and forth, giving his cock the ride for his money.The orgasms boys had when affected by the Elixir were as intense as they were displeasurable. Inverse ecstasy, someone had once dubbed them. An altogether irreplaceable aspect of the Art. A whole other thing were the pain-induced "orgasms" brought about by intense torture. Those were of course at least as integral an aspect. Lenarta could see that the boy's body was soon building. Now tell me what you want.' 'I want your piss. I want it in my mouth, I want to taste it as you squirt it down my throat.' 'That's my good little piss-whore. But you haven't earned it yet. For now you can taste it but I'm not going to piss in your mouth. I'm going to piss down your back and you are going to catch every drop in that wine glass. If even one drop misses the glass then you will only get to taste what you can lick from the carpet. Do you understand me?' She nodded, her heart sinking.