They were transparent enough to make out hints of everyone’s navels and nipples. All the women had slender waist and hips, smallish breasts, gracefu..., lithe, dancer’s bodies with long hair, different colors in different styles. They varied in height from approximately 5 foot 3 to 5 foot 9 and every one of them had a spectacularly beautiful face to match their stunning figures. But there was one woman that drew Mike’s eyes. She was one of the smallest women there with a tiny waist, slender hips. His chest was thick and muscular, and covered with course, crinkly, hair. He was smiling, but it was an evil, leering smile; a smile of triumph.She stared, wide-eyed, as his hand gently stoked her bare leg. His touch was hot, but she shivered. Fear or anticipation?"Comfortable, Your Highness?" he asked, his hand resting hotly just above her knee, inches away from her exposed pussy. Growling through the gag, she tried to squeeze her thighs together, petrified that he would see the moisture. Part of me says yes and part of me says no. I even did three separate Rune divinations to try to understand better. Divination can be useful at times. This wasn’t one of them. Go read some Jung if you’re curious about the psych behind it or you you just take your paganism without the sugar coating on it if it suits you.My people have always allowed for things such as dreams while realizing that most dreams don’t mean much of anything. It’s just the mind cleaning house so to speak. Other dreams. Laying on his back, he invited me to impale myself on his still stiff mast. I straddled his hips, reached for his glistening shaft, smearing the leaking head up and down my more than ready slit. As his crown split my lips and began to sink into me I gasped. “It’s so fucking big! But it feels so fucking good!” Slowly I sank down further and further, until I felt his balls rubbing against my outer lips. He reached up, cupping both breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs across my stiff aching.