They must contain something because in less than 15 minutes he started getting horney again. I thought to myself he has had his fun now it’s my turn... He had been calling me slut, I thought a moment and decided to call him what he was, a PRICK. He turned to me and started to bark out another order but I interrupted and told him in a loud strong voice “EAT MY PUSSY YOU PRICK” A wave of shock went over his face. It was as if he was struck by a bolt of lightning. YOU HEARD ME YOU PRICK, EAT MY. The Free women of my Inn dragged me back to the Inn and proceeded to berate me about how could I do that. I am truthfully not even sure myself. Another friend came in and between them they talked me out of the challenge and I agreed to apologize. I’m not sure that any of them ever figured out that I felt I lost my honor that day. Honor is something that can be recollected but NEVER regained. I left the Sleen and somehow wound up in Asperiche. Well I say some how but the fact of the matter is,. Shehad embraced it. Loved it. He was impossible to resist. She'd willinglylet him transform her from the young, innocent boy she used to be intothis gorgeous slutty creation who dripped sex appeal and glamour.She had met him four years ago. They had met via a chatroom. Back thenshe considered herself straight but was somewhat... curious. Aftertalking for some time she had agreed to meet him and the seduction hadbegun. He was much older, confident and assertive than her. He knew howto draw her. “Well do what I ask and I promise you won’t be disappointed,” staring me in the eyes with intimidation.“Alright, I’m up,” I replied as I rolled out of bed and stumbled naked off to the bathroom.When I returned she had sheeted the bed with the comforter folded neatly on the floor and only the pillows and fitted sheet remained. Without time to speak she swooped the present off the dresser and danced it over to me holding it out in her hand. The sheer red paper matched the short silk robe she.