"I mean, do you have an e-mail address?" Sure," she replied. "[email protected] is the one I use for regular stuff." Why does that username not surp...ise me?" he laughed. "It sounds like it'll be a good concert, Emily. Right now, I wish I could be there." You'd be welcome if you could come," she said. "But I know you've got other things to confront right now."They talked for a few more minutes before they hung up and turned to dinner. "She sounds pretty excited about this," Dave commented."Of. “You are all very welcome here. When I issued the invitation through Varric, I didn’t really think you’d all accept, but I’m delighted you have.”They shared looks again, and finally Leandra spoke. “Your Highness.” I was relieved she didn’t try to curtsy or something equally silly, though she ducked her head respectfully. “So it was you who wrote to Varric? Anders said he thought that would be the case, but we weren’t sure.”“Yes.”Carver finally joined the conversation, leaping from the chair. He knows I can stop it at any time but will be reluctant to do so once started. He knows that by setting the expectation high I am more likely to strive for that. I turn to the men as I drop onto the mat to my knees. “Bring out one dog for now. Once he has mounted me, bring out another and lead him to my head. Then, keep the dogs rotating.”One of them is shaking his head in wonder, “Sounds an awful lot like another gangbang to me.” I smile. I am projecting confidence I don’t entirely. It was just week after week of sex shows for her, my buddies, and a few other dumb sluts they picked up. I could only catch the last one, in some warehouse, just filled with other perverts. She wasn't even the one of the attractions - they'd managed to get a 14 year old with basketball-sized breast implants, and who the fuck wants to watch a used-up 17 year old whore compared to that? No, she was bent over at the admissions stand, and they were stuffing her asshole with money for a ticket. Most.