I had barely gotten a taste of either of them all evening so far, and I figured this might improve the odds of getting to play with them.Kala gathered...up the votes, and I gave her my 'I'm-watching-you' look. She just rolled her eyes and shook her head. I had the sneaking suspicion she had something up her sleeve, despite the fact that she had on neither sleeve nor pant-leg! She was as naked as I was! When she had tallied up the votes, she held up the winners' names: "Meredith!" she announced. She sent me on through to a room that could have fit just as easily in any office building in the city. A black leather couch faced a wooden desk in the windowless office. I sat on the couch to wait.Two men came in a few minutes later, both in business suits. One was portly and bald, with black-rimmed glasses, and the other was tall and handsome, with just a bit of scruff on his face and piercing green eyes that made my stomach flutter when he looked at me. The portly one sat at the desk, and. My only direct connection to him would be as I ate (or drank) his sperm. It was a simple enough rule.But still, it was fascinating to stand there watching Otto stroke his cock, and knowing that when he came, it would be a truly huge and impressive sight to see (as well as consume)!Nothing was said between the two of us as Otto stood there stroking his cock, but eventually, he began quietly moaning, as his orgasm was approaching!Then, when Otto did start ejaculating, he began to moan much. Unfortunately he had been unable to obtain anyone willing to be that hermit despite the commodious accommodation and the small annual salary. Eventually he had compromised. Agatha, the village’s wisewoman, was becoming elderly and irritable with the constant demands of the village swains wanting love-potions and such nonsense. She reluctantly consented to accept the post of hermitess after a drunken youth had hurled imprecations at her when a love-potion had not produced the desired effect..