"Are you just going to stare? Introduce yourself like a good girl." Thedark skinned sissy said with an amused smile. Lea had no other choicebut to com...ly like the good girl she was. "Lea? Hehe, okay. That willdo... For now... My name is Licorice." She was a pure knock out. Long,stunning legs, a firm flat tummy, long flowing hair with bright pinkeyes. No clothes to speak of, of course, showing a large package. Itstood at a staggering foot and a half, almost unheard of for traps andyet here it. He dared to push as he whispered, “Confess it all, my child…every detail. The penance you seek depends on it.” She listened to him, noting how his own voice was growing more and more hoarse and desirous. She suspected he was touching himself, and longed to be the one touching. She ached for him, no other man had made her ache as he did, and her desire to stain him was greater than her desire to be forgiven. She shamelessly opened her creamy thighs, her scent wafting up to her nostrils as her. Sa'at was glad he was a man, for the thought of running through the woods with men intent upon raping you close behind was not a pleasant one.But it was the Game that the First Man, now called Grandfather or Old Man, had given them for the choosing of wives. It ensures that strongest and fastest of the men got the most wives, and therefore bred strong and fast sons and daughters.He watched the eastern sky as the Priest droned on, his withered face lit by the torches. When the sky began to. She suctioned him in. The sweet boy was close to losing control, she could tell. It had always been satisfying to bring men to an edge and see how long it would take them to lose control. Especially these young ones. It was delicious to drive them wild so quickly. If she were in a particularly naughty unkind mood, she might take her mouth away unexpectedly. If she knew the young warrior well, it was something she relished inflicting.Gain his trust.Bring him to the edge.Deny.Over and Over.Then.