Then grasping the dong with my hand, I held it firm and thrust it deep inside.Trish stiffened, then slowly relaxed as I lingered inside her. She seem...d to find it at least somewhat acceptable. I suppose I could have asked her if it was, but I wanted to move things along; I was finding this much more enjoyable than I thought I would, all the more so as I slipped in and out as deeply as I could manage, the base of the dong pressing and caressing and tantalizing my clit.Trish was drooling and. Changing the feedback from a broad squeal to a controlled amplification, I got my self some very high end amplification matrixes.Score for me.Calling an illusion of a light shimmer around me I cast around until I found my clothes and stuff. I teleported them over and dressed, all except the Katana, that I wanted for show. Dropping the lights I stood before the council."What right do you have to judge me? I'm obviously an innocent as your bindings show." Holding up my hands so show them the. “You never had to say anything. You could just ignore people when they are rude,” I advised her.Buttercup didn’t disagree. She seemed to process what I just told her.I saw Courtney and Stefan heading back from the main event area. They looked disappointed. Stefan was wearing a pony outfit and trotting behind his sister.“Where are you going? They are about to serve dinner and start a new contest,” I asked.“Mom says we can’t watch,” Courtney spoke for the two of them usually. Courtney noticed. I actually called her my mother, because she was always there in my oldest memories. When I was five, I had a half-sister. Early enough so that I would also consider her like a proper one.When were still young, our father's death was a painful event that marked us all and made us closer than ever before. Not that I hated my sister before that : I actually loved spending time with her, playing when we were kids, buy stuff, watch movies, share books... We'd been growing together, after all. Being.