”“Too subtle?” Ketty asked with a raised eyebrow.“The Sidhe haven’t developed over the last couple of hundred thousand years, unlike mankind...” Jude explained. “For far too long they used their mental powers to fight any foe, but slowly but surely lost ground as mankind developed. Hence your average Sidhe is not terribly smart, just good at illusions and encased in, until man invented iron armour, what was pretty good protection against essentially an already beaten foe.”“Some of them are pretty. Remaining on all fours, I made my way to the other side of the room, the bottle protruding from my asshole. Once I got there, he held out his glass. I turned around, and he removed the cap from the bottle. I poured his drink by arching myself forward. Then turned back around to face him. He moved his hand down towards my thong, and pushed the front part aside to expose my clitty. It was a little hard, and he started stroking it. The stimulation from the bottle and his hand got me good and hard.. I crawled all around the floor, with her directing me, whilst she slapped my arse, shouting, “Giddy up,” and laughing.“Crawl to the kitchen and get me a glass of wine,” she barked, whilst dismounting me, and sitting back on the settee.I gave her the glass, and she calmly instructed me to strip out of my jeans and t-shirt, and stand with my legs apart, with my hands on my head, in front of her.I reluctantly complied.She then said that she had often wondered how big my dick was and that I was now. I bent down to grab the hems of my kimono and pulled it up, inverting its skirts until I could tuck the hems into my obi. If I let it hang freely I was sure to ruin it. Chill, damp air tickled the skin around my knees between the tops of my split-toed stockings and the bottom of my inverted kimono. I could not see the rails well, but I knew they were there, about a meter down below the level of the platform. I turned and jumped down, landing on the near rail with one foot in front of the other..