It’s time for your punishment.”“Yes,” she yowled. “Punish me.” Her eyes flicked to the wall and all her whips and flails.And I laughed. �...That’s not punishment. That’s satisfaction. No, you have to lick my lover’s cunt.”She hissed.“I know. You hate women. Rakshasa do not like females.” I grinned. “That’s what makes it punishment. Make my Faoril cum, call her your mistress, and then I might fuck your hot cunt.”“If I please you?” she yowled, her whiskers twisting.“If you please my. The teacher passionately kissed her student for a minute or two before breaking the kiss and kissing her way down his body until she arrived at the missile between his legs. She resumed a slow and steady tease of his cock, not wanting him to erupt too quickly. Jake looked up and saw Mystique climb onto the bed behind his teacher, she was sporting a massive strap on dildo and rubbing lube along its length. As she got into position, Mystique slowly inched the fake penis into the teacher between. Driving along, she decided she would start wearingher locked-in dildo full-time – a perverse form of chastity, to be sure,she thought, given Africa high HIV/AIDS infection rate – "but somethingup there's better than nothing at all." The warm draughts of air that gusted up her skirt titillated her thighs asshe sped into the desert, rocks flying each way. She spent five hours touring around the countryside, stopping at a remotevillage, about 100 miles south of Bally, to look at a group of. She would remember the next few moments for as long as she lived. There was a faint breeze blowing across her skin, carrying the scent of unwashed people, mixed with the sickly-sweet smell of lilacs which grew down by the lake. The sun was dipping below the horizon, the last few rays heralding the ending of the day’s gentle journey into twilight. A few stars could be seen in the darkening sky and the twin moons of Vylun were separated only by the palm of her hand. She felt calm but wary, eager.