“My buds may fuck you and leave, but I like a steady supply of fuckholes.” The car stops down a lonely road near what looks like an abandoned ware...ouse. He unzips, his big black cock hard and out of his pants. “Now you’re gonna suck me off good, just like a little whore should…” He says, looking at her. “Or I’m gonna make you hurt.” He lightly motions towards his dick with his hand.Katie pushes herself up against the door, trying to get as much distance away from him as possible. She is. “I really shouldn’t be consuming liquid right now,” he jested.“Gilbert, after what I just experienced, I am going to force beer down your throat,” she replied, sniggering.To Gilbert, those words felt like a sword of Damocles was being obliterated from his former oppressed existence. He couldn’t believe how this beautiful girl before him had unlocked the shameful chamber and tossed away that dreaded key. A new surge of lust flooded his body and engorged his knob before they had hardly finished. ”I looked around, but didn’t see any way passed it. This was going to hurt. I pulled out two potions of healing, giving one to Lydia. “Sorry, my dear, but I don’t think we’ll have much choice. If we hurry, we should be okay.” She nodded, a grim look on her face. The enthusiasm she’d had earlier had been muted by reality. We quickly ran across the trap, flames shooting up around us. I could feel the heat burning my feet even through my dragon scale boots. We hit clear air, and both of us quickly. " Oh, I was thinking of something a little more interesting than that. Do you speak French?" No." Then let me do the ordering. I know a fantastic spot in Paris that serves breakfast crepes. It's 7 AM there. Hug me?"I nodded nervously and we stood up and held each other tightly. As I looked around at my hotel room, there was a quick flash, and then another. We were standing inside a closet. The door was ajar, showing what looked like the basement of an old, dimly lit industrial building. The.