Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern they tried to puzzle their way out of the mess they had found themselves in.The three had been adventuring toge...her for some time, but had yet to build any renown. Their leader was Lady Naomi, a striking figure, powerfully built but with delicate, refined facial features, her fiery red hair flowing in a long braid. Her milky white freckled skin was usually hidden underneath thick plate, with an armoured skirt to improve mobility. In battle she wielded a. I just lay back there and cried, and moaned wordlessly; always expecting the next cut of the cane. Not until I felt his fingers undoing my bonds I realized this ordeal had ended. When he showed me, in the mirror, the latticework that replaced my formerly soft, rounded breasts, I covered my eyes, perhaps because it hurt to see them shredded like that, or perhaps I just wanted to hide my arousal. I felt the heat, the gushing inside me; I needed him, bad.He kissed my ears, ?Tomorrow, we will do. But luckily nobody was that free to notice me, or at least I didn’t feel anyone watching me go into the building. I rang the bell and she opened within seconds. I guess she was anyway waiting near the door.Today she looked absolutely pretty… She was in just a tank top and a jeans shorts. Her stomach and belly button alone with her thighs were clearly visible… even I felt that day that her boobs were bigger than I thought. Her ass was perfect as always. She invited me inside when I was thinking. One of their phones rang, and the other one announced, "come on, we have to roll now" as they tucked their throbbing cocks back into their pants. "This ain't over yet" the other one whispered into my ear just as he was about to leave. I took the opportunity to walk over to join my husband who was preoccupied at the moment. The black woman was leaning into him, as he had his hands all over her swaying big breasts. "Hey Baby" I greeted him as he looked up with a hand full of beautiful breast. Her.