Zeb was one of the only ones, if not the only one who traversed this land; he made an income in part by harvesting vines with thick thorns for use in ...eaving pasture fences. Bramble laced fences kept domesticated animals in and predators out. Cut brambles from the Waste did not rot either; they turned hard and dry, easily lasting a lifetime of a human. He harvested and gathered other things as well but he was reticent to share his trade secrets.Zeb argued with the zeal of a philosopher that the. You'll still be able to feel us touching you, and you'll still be able totalk to us, although you won't be able to hear our response. Like I said,just for a really short while. And we'll continue to be careful not to seeor touch your private parts - except for your bum, of course, which we areentitled to. Do you understand what I'm saying, baby girl?"I noted that I wasn't asked to consent, just to understand. And she didn'teven wait for a response. I got nervous, but didn't say anything.Holding. My sack had been well reddened by this time, but out side of a few tears I hadn’t done so much as mummer, as the Wife hates a crybaby. The two of them decided that I should be trussed up before I serviced either of them. BGF wondered aloud if she could torture my nips for a bit, as she had always been in awe of my chest anytime she saw me without my shirt on. I about volunteered that I would be awestruck if she removed her shirt, but thankfully thought the better of it. She has a great rack.It. "Pardin covered his eyes with his hand. "You call your pussy a furburger. I just had sex with an elf who calls her vagina a furburger. No one in their right mind is going to believe this because I don't."He walked over to his britches and swept them up in hand. Pulling up his underwear first, Pardin took a moment to stare that her half naked form. Without trying to pose, she looked voluptuous and worth ravishing until he remembered the circumstances. At least all that he had lost in the deal.