"Do you like fucking your self with things?" Mmmm..." he moaned as she slid two fingers inside of him. She had her fingers aimed downwards, hooked a...ainst his prostate. "Yeah...I like to fuck myself..." he was standing, but leaning forward with his hands on the wall and his legs spread. His dick tingled as Candy played with his prostate. He felt her fake nails digging into it as she milked it. It was a pleasant pain. He squeezed his anus, trying to pull her fingers in deeper. "What do. Space!The drawbridge was up!"Why that dirty..." he muttered. "Where is the release switch?" Where else?" Pyran pointed back over the bridge to the squad of waiting guards. They knew their prey was cornered."Now would be a good time for a plan, dear," Pteri smiled grimly, hanging onto the Dagger like it was a snake.Gareth shook his head. Still too weak from Kija's tortures, he knew he couldn't knock back so many guards. They lined the bridge from one parapet to the other, their not quite human. The firsthalf of the afternoon was always spent generally ferrying people north tothe Hoo and then later returning them all to the Woodbridge side.It was a bright sunny Sunday afternoon and I had been quite busy forabout two hours with several trips over a falling tide which made lifeinteresting as it was then quite difficult to get to the northern hardwithout running onto any mud-banks. If you did that, you were then stuckthere until the tide came back in several hours later - which wasn't. "And guest."The girl shifted over a seat, then started shuffling through the filebox labeled "P-R". Finally, she removed an unsealed envelope from thebox and opened it, before handing it and its contents to Mark. "Theseare your dinner tickets," she said with little emotion. "One of the twostubs attached to each ticket is for your door prize drawing, and theother one is for your dinner. And these are your reunion badges."Mark looked at the badges and winced. His badge had his awful seniorpicture.