I need it, please.Chithi: Did I assure you of IC? I said you will get an opportunity. Either take it or leave it.Me: Sorry sorry, chithi. I will come....hithi: Mmmmm. That’s my boy. Go and sleep now.Me: Something for now?Chithi: What you need more than this, da?Me: Any pics, please.Chithi: You are a very clever fellow. Using the situation as per your wish. No pic, video call.Me: Okay, deal.Then we had a video call where chithi revealed her naked boobs. I asked her to stay online until I finished. It was more a series of fistfights and a lot of shouting. Few rules, plenty of liquor and a lot ofbroken noses; but also a lot of fun.Whoever won the first fight stayed on as the champion until he wasknocked down. Whoever knocked him down became the new champion. It wasas simple as that. Bets were laid and money was made.The current champion was Donnie Beagle - a pit worker from theneighbouring village of Garton. He'd managed to knock down three men sofar and strode now around the ring,. Immediatly i could feel the tingle pulse in my groin. i choked out um ok. I guess. As he thrust his growing cock at my bent over ass. Grabing my hips and pressing into mine I knew it wouldnt be long before my growing curiosity of just how big his cock was would be answered. As he grabbed my ponytail stood me up and pressed my back against thedriver door in one smooth swift motion. I took deep breath and a devilish smile crossed his face as my hands ran down his chiseled abs. I smile slyly n. That past evening Claire, clad in one of the dresses she had brought with her from Europe, had entered one of the lesser frequented Taverns, and under the ruse that her master had sent her out to purchase two small pig-barrels of his finest rum, and four bottles of sleeping drought, she had made the purchase and then quickly returned to where the other three women waited.After un-corking the barrels they poured the sleeping drought inside then re-corked the containers. "I don't expect this to.