As I stood there, I felt the power surging in my breasts... raw magical power. The power of the Goddess Bazongas. Centuries earlier, my ancestors had ...een the high priestesses of the little known Goddess Bazongas... the Goddess of Breasts. And as such, they had been gifted with a portion of Bazongas' power, a power that along with the title of high priestess, was passed down from mother to daughter for many generations. But then there was me. Just a year earlier, my mother had died of cancer,. ’ ‘Alright, I’ll go and try to clean myself up in that stream.’ I knelt by the water of the stream and began to wash the sweat and blood from my hands and face, looking around as I did. The inn was surrounded by moonlit forests and a road ran past it and disappeared into the trees in either direction. The stream I washed in was broad, shallow and slow-moving. Shapes that seemed to be some sort of white fish moved about in its deeper reaches. I looked down at the gently rippling reflection of my. “Ronny, Mrs Diaz,” he replied, looking down on her with bated breath.“Pleased to meet you, Ronny,” Izzy said to his rock-hard cock pointing right at her.The guys laughed again; it was always funny.Izzy took Ronny in her mouth and began to suck him. She let go of Marcus’ cock, and took Paul’s in her right hand. Her left hand moved to Andre, but he was still wearing his shorts. Izzy began massaging Andre’s cock through his shorts, as there was already a nice bulge there for her to work with.Izzy. ..wanting so much what was to come next, now that the needles were all in place.“Stop.” His free hand reached up and pinched her right nipple, sensitive and erect, hard, twisting as it pinched.“I’m sorry…”At this, and at her falling still as a graven statue, he gave one last reminding pinch and removed his fingers from her breast.She could not see. She could only lay there, legs drawn up and fallen open, her ass right on the edge of the bed on that pile of pillows and towelling, waiting. .