She released me and shuffled lower, nuzzling between my strong thighs. I spread them wider, knowing what she wanted. Her warm, wet tongue slithered do...n the hard ridge under my balls to my Gaand. I tensed, my balls throbbing, my Lund pulsating. Her tongue swirled into my Gaand and I gasped, flinging my head backed and her tongue swirled into the muskiness of my Gaand-hole.“ohhhhhhhhhhhh uhhhhh OHHHH!” I groaned She slithered up again, now lifting a Mummey-tip to my Gaand, probing the puckered. ”Instead of a cheer, murmurs roll through like waves. They carry on for a few moments and Eris begins to think she is going to have to cull enemies in secret, but then three suddenly step forward.They group together, two trainers and a mistress. One of them, a tall and handsome blond, steps forward. “We will leave like Cyra offered those that opposed her.”A devilishly, wicked grin forms on Eris’ face. “My mother publicly allowed them to leave,” she informs them. “They left all right. They left. Her ass was round as an apple. Big as a full moon and light colored like ice cream. I just wanted to touch it. Once. It was the kind of ass, which if you touch with your cock, your cock might sk** and slide and get buried inside her pussy within seconds.She was bent over in the closet and found another black bra I guess.“Dekho mil gaya, ab jaldi karo, Ma nangi hai,” she said with a semi-laughter. (See, I found one, now hurry up, mom is naked can't you see).“Haan do jaldi see”, I said ok as she. They don't respect women for their brains. Connie, Ginger wore grungy brown contacts to hide her eyes — not just for dancing, the way you do. She dyed her hair a horrible mouse-brown, and even wore padding around her body to hide her figure. She came out of it and is now married to Charley Conrad, as you know. Poor Charley's perpetually exhausted these days. He claims he was trapped into marrying a nymphomaniac. I don't know if it's true, but it could be. Ginger?"Ginger grinned, got out of her.