From the dark smoky alcohol filled air that affects my eyes, nose, and lungs. To the beat of the music which I feel throbbing in my pussy. To the whin... of the guitar which threatens to tear out my soul. I look around and find him in the corner. I head to the bar and get two shots, vodka straight up. The liquid fire sliding down my throat is a reminder of the fire I’ll be feeling between my lower lips in a few minutes. I order a third vodka, on the rocks. I turn to survey the bar again, leaving. ." I'm surprised at you, Brendan! Asking a lady about what's in herpants!" Lucy made a mock offended face, then softened. "It's stillthere... but it's shrinking, and hasn't been much use. I don't thinkit'll just go away, but Carrie said if it gets small enough, I'd needsurgery so that I can pee correctly." Is that gonna happen to me?" Brendan asked, shocked."I don't know," Lucy said, grabbing Brendan's hand. "Like I said, I hada double dose so my experience might be greater. Who knows? You. Am I understood?”Her father’s answer was muffled by his wife’s pussy pressed tight against his tongue. Aiko was reasonably sure he said, “Yes mistress,” but she tapped his ball sack with her switch until he lifted his wife up enough to mutter, “Yes mistress,” clearly enough to satisfy his daughter. He immediately lowered his wife back onto his tongue and continued lapping at her clit like mad.Aiko’s mom came. It was a lot harder than either Aiko’s or my orgasms.She rasped, “Husband, you are not. We were in his inner sanctum. He was a man, and even he couldn't resist forming a harem. They all eyed us with suspicion. Bray had earned these women's loyalty. He didn't enslave them.Mother might hate me for forging an alliance with a man, but this one did not enslave women. And men were not nearly as bad as Mother liked to believe. Maybe it was just my appetites—I existed to bewitch men and control them—but I found their strong bodies held an eroticism that a woman lacked.We were led to the.