No, this was the power of a God.And I knew which one.A Google image search on the rune adorning the master ring had revealedit to be a symbol associat...d with one of Aesir, the gods of the Norsemen.Loki, god of mischief.I could see the situation the rings had enabled me to engineer appealingto a trickster god such as Loki, and I hoped that would be enough tosatisfy him. Because if not then I was now indebted to a god, and whoknew what payment might eventually be demanded of me in return.Hearing. I told her I’d get under her desk for the last hour of the day if she’d take her panties off so I could suck on her clit and tongue-fuck her cunt. Surprise, surprise, she agreed!!!Since her desk had one of those “modesty” panels, I was pretty well hidden away. I got situated under her desk and Susan took her panties off, raised her dress up to her thighs – she actually dressed rather conservatively considering what a total fuck slut she was – and slid her chair forward. I inhaled her. "I train four types of slaves. Bitch slaves, pony girl slaves, cows, and waste slaves. Since you are first in line, you get to pick. If I decide to train you instead of selling you as a whore that is. So, pick."Gina was no wiser from that explanation. Waste slave sounded like a painfuldeath. She had no idea what a cow slave was, and a bitch slave didn't soundappealing either. She had vaguely seen what a pony girl was from talking and surfing on the net. Maybe that was a good choice. She felt. Then I saw hubby smearing lub. On his cock. He knee walked between our legs and put his dick head in my pussy already occupied by Franks cock. I told them I didnt think two dicks would fit in my pussy. No matter he started sliding his dick in next to Franks. It hurt. I can tighten up my pussy or I can relax it. I relaxed my pussy as much as I could as hubbys cock kept going deeper and deeper into me. My pussy was really getting stretched and it did not feel good. I guess I was moaning and.