Gone. A hundred-thousand dead...” he whispered, his mind unable to comprehend the scale of the carnage.Shoal Master Kaelotegh tried to drum his claw... on the console, but his hand was shaking too badly and didn’t respond. He feebly thumped the surface a few times, his index finger tapping out a frenzied beat.Libtegh whirled around to face the Shoal Master, fury raging in his black eyes. “This is all your fault! You led us headlong into a slaughter and failed us every single time! I’m relieving. Instead, she found the one cock pulled away, and her head yanked over to another. One by one, the stiff cocks traded back and forth. Black, white, white, black, they were all just as vicious in their attacks.A long black one was deep in her throat, when with no warning at all, it erupted. Thick hot spunk was sent cascading down her flexing throat, burning its way into her belly. When it pulled out, her head was jerked back."Look up at me,' the next one said, 'Open your cunt mouth," She did as. Paul gaped at the erotic, narcissistic scene of his own wife encased in the glass cube in awe. His loins still throbbed from the delivery the little Moroccan girl had administered. His table had been carried away, his slaves gone, and now another... a long raven-haired Italian beauty nestled beside him, fondling his flaccid cock, biting at his ear, endeavoring to work his hand into her cunt. But he was beside himself, staring at his very own wife performing in the lewdest of manners before the. When she came out of the dressing room to model her next selection for him, I didn't much care what people called her, either. If I had been in the market for a trophy wife, I would have gladly fought ten better men than him just for a chance to grovel at her feet. Legs that went all the way up, a chest that just missed being too large (I draw the line at DDDD), and bright, sparkling eyes under a crown of golden curls. It was enough to drive any man crazy. She smiled at me to acknowledge my.