I called Bert before we left, and he said he would meet us when we drove up.Sure enough, the old guy was standing there in his bib overalls, with his ...humbs hooked on the suspenders. After we shook and I introduced him to Raul, we walked around the burned out barn. You could see where the milking equipment had been and where the grain had been stored, but there was nothing much left worth salvaging; maybe a few hundred pounds of grain, but that would be it.Raul surprised me and began taking. I sat back down. Deep inside of me I just wanted to spread my legs and take all four of those black cocks in my pussy. The touching and rubbing began instantly but this time I relaxed and let them have what they wanted. I knew that my tits were going to be next. My breathing was picking up fast almost panting like a bitch in heat. Then there it was a black hand fondling my now exposed breast. I was in heaven. My pussy began to steam with desire. I have eight black hands exploring my small white. Like they were heading into a frozen wasteland which no living thing could survive. Each day the figure felt a little further from home and each day they were shocked at how cold the new day was.The figure clasped its hands beneath its cloak and rubbed them vigorously being careful not to let any of the finery they wore under the shabby cowl shine through. The snow crunched under foot as the figure approached the large stone arch that formed Winterfell’s threshold. Two guardsmen were stationed. You’ve seen how it works. No matter how completely you are restrained, you could still move your thumb to the base of your finger. The club’s members regard these rings like L-plates for learner drivers. They think that if you are still wearing one you’re not a full member, just a newbie. I’m slightly worried about that attitude. One of my creations might just malfunction and how would anyone know? But they, and Jerry, seem willing to take the risk. They trust me, perhaps unhealthily. Your.