This wasn’t normal. Last thing I remembered was sitting on our couch at the flat watching Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir mowing their way thro...gh uruk-hai, and now somehow I’m sitting on the same couch in the middle of a whole lot of nothing. Dave had just left to get drinks, and suddenly the world disappeared.I looked at the other side of the couch. Wait, Sarah’s here too? Surely Dave had to have put something in the drinks. Only logical explanation.“So what exactly did Dave put in my. My full tits were bursting out of the half cup black bra which was deliberately a size too small, round my waist a black leather belt with matching Rhinestones which spelled ‘Property of Mr Butt’,covering my aching pussy and butt (2 solid hours of merciless self masturbation with Mr Butt’s favourite dildo and butt plug had been my warm up activity) was a size 8 pair (again one size too small) of black cotton M&S briefs, my bare thighs rippled as I walked along in my black patent 6′ stiletto. She looks ready to speak...but she decides against it. She looks me up and down and shakes her head sadly. She then pockets her pistol and returns to looking over her salvage.Her moment distracted by me however ended up being costly for her. I see him before she does. He was an Orc like me, one of the more common mutations out here in the wider world. Humanoid but thicker of build than the pure bloods. We generally had large jaws, sloped heavy brows, and powerfully built bodies. Our bones and. But he did say something interesting, “There is another guy here who is interested in a 3-way. He is the good-looking younger guy in the red shirt who came in just before you.” I was up for this, so to speak, so we buttoned up and left my booth in search of this third party. He was just around the corner, and his unlocked door indicated he was interested in company. The three of us went back to my original booth and all pulled out our dicks.I immediately went down on Mr. Red Shirt’s five.