The village of Southmarch, to the south, obviously, have reported that Goblins and Sexlings alike have been raiding the homes on their outskirts, taki...g prisoners and supplies and burning homes. The men, more often than not, are left to die, but the women...As the land dries up, so do the fertile beings who were to keep it all populated. Now the women are the currency, traded for goods, for pleasure... Those who are fertile are traded as breeding stock. And it's not just the Goblins or the. Her eyes looked at the disgustingly stained walls of the bowl, and at the slimy muck of water just inches below her face. She could hear the voices of the men standing above her, jeering and mocking her, telling her that her head was in the right place – the place where men shit. Suddenly and unexpectedly to Eve, the men flushed the bowl and a seething, rushing torrent of water engulfed her face, choking and drowning her. She struggled to get her head from the toilet bowl so that she could get. My wife's breathing suddenly got short and urgent. She was getting turned on by all this talk and I must confess to being rock hard as well.As the car sped along, she kept talking from the front seat. We were hoping you would be our kind of people her voice had a pleased ring to it. Are you our kind of people she asked us. We both nodded. So would you be willing to do a dare? Now I don't mind admitting my heart was pounding. She looked straight at me and said is your cock hard? I nodded. Show. I pulled his pants all the way off until he was standing in the middle of my living room completely naked with his big cock jutting out in front of him obscenely. Kim wasted no time in falling to her knees and taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. He was not much longer than my own eight inches but he was a bit thicker so she couldn’t quite get it down her throat like she does with me. “You wanna try?” Kim said as she pulled his cock from between her lips and aimed it towards.