.. mmmmm... no... H-Highness ...” she answered. Now it was Venetia’s turn to shake her head disbelievingly. “You mean to say, slave, you didn’... enjoy being repeatedly fucked by twelve well-hung slaves? Can that really be so?” Xena was shaking her head violently and sobbing incessantly, “Mmmfff... ugh... mmmmf... mfff... y-y-yer... esss... H-Highness... mmmfff... mfff...”“Perhaps,” smiled Venetia, “that was because you were being fucked in public?” “Yes... yesssss... Highness...” It was a kind. Post-debate my host, a British ex-pat now very happily living in the colonies (as we joke to one another) suggested we head off to a local bar for a few beers and invited anyone who wished to join us; as with any conference the best debate and work happens in the pub afterwards over a few beers. About ten people joined us and chancing my luck with my expense exclaim put my card behind the bar and got the first round in. One of those present, a woman whom I guessed was mid-late twenties and. This evening I shall personally serve you a sampler tray of many dishes." She hurried off."Now will you please tell me what in hell was that all about?" Jimmy looked across the table at Ruby."Sweetie, she made a little joke. Now shut up and hold my..." Her voice trailed off. "Uh oh," she whispered. Ruby looked across the room at the four men who sat there in deep conversation. She watched one of Su Li's younger sisters serve them."What is it? Why did you just go 'uh oh' and ... Uh oh," he said. Black as midnight and only three quarters hard, it was half as thick as mine again. It seemed that it didn't get any harder than it was which would make it very comfortable for Cherry in this position. I was slipping to fingers in and out of her very easily now as Henry positioned himself. She did not know what was about to happen s I had motioned to Henry to not put his hands on her. I slipped my fingers out and held her lips open gently as the head of Henry cock drew closer. He had oiled it.