The next thing I remember is feeling her writhe and wriggle. I opened one eye - it was daylight, so we must have been asleep for hours. It took me a m...nute to work out what was going on. Ciara was lying next to me, on her back, playing with her pussy. I didn't know what to do, but she was clearly fucking loving it. She was moaning quietly, whimpering, as her hand played with that big clit of hers, and she slipped I-don't-know-how-many fingers into her cunt. I didn't know what to do... I. Whoever had devised this acrobatic activity had done it well. Will I, nil I, sooner or later the naked ladies’ exercises would produce the desired result. I would reach a climax. I looked down at the attractive ladies exerting themselves. There was a change. Another lady had climbed to the top of the scaffolding and had placed herself about an inch above the engorged tip of my penis. She was wearing a transparent hooped skirt that surrounded my tip. Underneath the skirt she was wearing heavily. While anyone over 30 I was informed got the gas chamber. Memories of the Jews during World War II entered my head at the bare thought of the horror they where now going through. Out of the three remaining cruisers that docked that day only 14 men stood in that hall. Two of those 14 didn't make it out of the radiation treatment that followed.The next stage we all had our heads shaven down to a number 1 cut, along with a barcode Tattooed across the backs of our necks. It was not only the hair on. “Yes, you have to know where the mention is, as the thing isn’t indexed, like most memory crystals. Plus, the Maraú-Uxuí notation doesn’t follow standard human or Fae patterns,” Julia agreed. “From there we believe he portalled to Falias, where we cannot go.”“Do the Falian’s know he’s there?” Mage Zola asked.“We do not know. As ever they refuse to speak to us, or anyone else for that matter.”“Would he know anyone on Falias?” I asked. “It’s not like their Seers wouldn’t detect some form of.