We would go out dancing with him at a local night club. Carol's clothes were revealing, short and tight. Her favorite dress was short clinging, and ...lack (no underwear). John and I alternated dances with her. The three of us usually sat in a small booth with Carol in the middle. Her thighs were pressed against both of ours. When I danced with Carol I would whisper to her, "Can we both fuck you?". She would moan and hump her cunt on my leg. When she danced with John she would mold her body. The chains that held her were hard and cold, never for an instant loosening their hold on her beautiful body. She was stretched out to the four winds, with one foot chained to each bedpost on the end of the bed, and one hand chained to each bedpost on the head of the bed. On her back, she shivered, naked, the cold, damp basement room sending chills up her naked body. She had no clothes to keep her warm, or to protect her. Her breasts lay invitingly on her chest waiting for the man to grasp. The entity's tentacles withdrawing. She floated on the hot spring's surface, joy singing inside her. She opened her eyes.And saw nothing.The Ifrit huddled against the tree, sitting in a muddy puddle that boiled about her feet. The tree groaned and creaked as the blizzard hammered it's branches, fir limbs falling to the snowy ground. It was impossible to see more than a few feet, the sudden blizzard whitening everything, hurtling snow at Zaritha's aura of heat. The snow hissed and sputtered,. “I take that to mean yes,” he said. 'I guess I could try it. You'll help me out, Ricky?''Of course, b*o. Here try this first.' It was that same bottle of baby oil from before; he reached back over his shoulder and handed it to me. 'Put lots of this on that bad boy, LOTS of it.I pulled away and squirted oil into my hand and quickly applied it to my hard cock. Ricky bent at the hips a little more, displaying his butt a little more prominently. 'Just go slow, Rob. Make sure it's nice and slick and.