Right on cue and 7pm the doorbell rang, and as I opened the door, I was greeted by a beaming Lia, dressed in another of what I was beginning to think ...ight be her trademarked slip dresses, this one an equally brief affair in emerald green with a slightly scooped neck, thin spaghetti straps, and matched with almost heelless sandals in a dark green. In place of a clutch purse she had a micro bag slung over her left shoulder. In green. Sequins. Of course it was.“Wow,” I smiled as I waved her. No one knew how it was created. Was it some new kind of volcanic gas? The decomposed remains of some long dead plant? An interaction of both along with the naturally occurring ores found in that region? No one really knew what had created it; the only thing that they knew was that, so far, no one could synthesize it yet. However, they estimated the gas pocket under Sherwood to be roughly the size of Chicago in width and five miles deep, more than enough to supply the people for centuries to. Teenage girls could always find something to talk about.George’s phone rang, “Hello dear.” He apologized to the rest of us and went into a corner for a brief conversation. Fifteen seconds after he put the phone away Chryssa appeared at the door – naked! – leading a crowd of a dozen other naked guests.What the fuck! I’d been saying that a lot this week. Then I realized what was happening; they were naked concubines, Debbie and Kara included. I noticed their chokers – Debbie and Kara’s were blue.. For one moment, it felt as if 1000 volts of current passed through me. She drank the whole thing, gulped it, sucked my cock of whatever remaining juices that was overflowing, came up and started kissing me again. She made me to almost taste my own cum. She said that she had a gift for me. When I asked she said, “I will find out later”, I asked her to come to back seat. She went to the back seat and then she held my half limp dick and pulled it towards herself.Even I made my way to the back.