The sweat poured out of her like rain. Every time she tried to straighten her legs, the nails caused her feet to arch and her toes to pull back. The c...nturion had expertly driven the nails in just far enough to keep her from straightening her legs all the way so that she couldn't support her weight on her leg bones. Instead, she was forced to use muscle strength to hold herself up. With Tyra and the two thieves fully crucified, the tituli were nailed to the crosses above their heads.Tyra. Marge flipped her shirt off and knelt down and pulled Paul's little fat dick from his shorts and took it in her mouth. She would look up at him and then over at me as she sucked his dong. Then she stopped and dropped her shorts. Then as she faced me lowered herself down on Paul's cock. She rode him right there in front of me. I watched his cock and balls slid in and out of Marge's little pussy. Then Paul stood up pushing Marge so she was bent over the table and banged her hard doggy for a bout. The thief was discouraged as he had found no way into the inner fortification. This would require a different approach.The next day the thief went to the market in the city. He looked long and hard for something special. At last, in the back chamber of a metalsmith, the thief saw his salvation. It was a golden goblet. Runes were engraved around the lip of the beautiful goblet and the stem was fashioned in the shape of a dragon with unfurled wings. The golden flames that shot from the dragon’s. But it felt wonderful, and she leaned into it and would have purred if she’d known how. She looked up into his eyes, allowing herself to simply rest in their blue depths.So when he said quietly, “Would you like your panties back now?” she was slightly taken aback. Yes, getting her panties back was the reason she had come up here in the first place, but now… Getting her panties back would mean that it—whatever this was—would be over. Finished. They would go their separate ways… and then.