I rang the doorbell five minutes late. She had told me she would have everything I needed. I had no idea what that was, but she’d said something abo...t trying to provide for any modesty needs I might have. That was in a long string of instructions, like she’d done this a hundred times. As the bell rang I heard a teenager galloping down the steps with a shout of, “I got it.”Heather opened the door dressed in that thrice-cursed thong bikini.While I stared at all that cleavage, I said, “I thought. Thus, once more, after he replied, Zax pushed everything not related to his cultivation to a corner in his sea of consciousness. He hoped that for one month, those things will be willing to wait."Good, little Zax, here, place your hand on the violet stone. Don't do anything else. Internally it already has too many fractures. With your body fitness level it won't be difficult for you to break it by mistake, and until I tell you, don't try to inspect it with your Soul Sense". Laivien laid out the. Howell, opened the door. After briefly introducing Ellen and myself, he said, "Well then, shall we take the grand tour?"Passing through the front entrance, we found ourselves in a beautiful lobby area with a horseshoe-shaped security/reception desk complete with an expensive high-backed leather swivel chair, telephones and what appeared to be radio communications equipment. Scattered about the well lit room were several matching leather sofas and club chairs with mahogany coffee and lamp. I screamed out "Yes!" as the biggest cock so far started to pound me. What a machine! The rhythm was just right, the angle was perfect and I started pushing back with every inward thrust. It was pounding the inner wall of my bowels and couldn't go in any farther. It didn't really hurt, though I was feeling like it could split me in half. Getting fucked doggy style by a machine and on a stage! I presumed that soon an audience would be there and I'd be the center of attention. It didn't bother me.