Every attempt to conquer Ondaria has met with disaster. Even the Leftin Empire has been held at bay by the swamps of The Weeping Land.” “So if the...Ondarian Federation is surrounded by a bunch of swamps, why would anyone want to live there. Or take it over, for that matter?” Silmaria asked. Rael looked at her, and one corner of his lips quirked upward in a challenging smile. “You tell me. Figure it out.” Silmaria made a face at him, which only made him grin the wider. But she did as he bid, her. She looked down to see strong, veined, disembodied hands making love to her. She watched as her breasts lifted, separated, oozed back together under the control of her unseen lover. Sometimes the caresses were soft and teasing, leaving her restless and impatient. Then, the hands would crush her with deep, probing lust, twisting her nipples and sending agonizing torrents of pleasure deep into her, filling her. ‘Keep washing.’ Sheridan’s own hands were moving by rote now, like completely. However Terry noticed that there was a kind of gay flair to his clothes and manner as the chubby student regularly searched for that in boys. Terry also noticed the bulge in the handsome guy's jeans. The guy's cock seemed to be nicely nestled to one side advertising a very well hung guy. In all Terry found him to be very pretty and was sure the handsome guy could easily be very faggy. At the moment the guy was chatting to a group of very popular guys and pretty girls when their eyes met. Terry. His dick was nearly black. Janice tried to pull her head away but it was no good she felt her mouth opening, she could not stop it and she took him into her mouth. He pushed forward hard so his dick went right to the back of her throat, she gagged and he drew back a bit. Janice could taste his pre cum. She felt her tongue licking at his dick and her mouth sucking him, her head bobbing up and down. Janice felt sick at the humiliation and horrified that he was going to carry out the full act in.