”“About N’Ger?”He collected himself.”Where was I? Ah yes, the Oghar emperor. While Wedmar is long gone and the Oghr feud among themselves, t...is region is still known as Wedmar’s Triangle, it established the region as a sort of neutral ground where trade could be done. It is no longer protected by Oghr military, just by tradition I think.”He waved with his right hand. “Anyway, N’Ger became a trade center and rich in the process. Eleven Merchant House Cities center on the Glaring Desert. This. Shoot me any ideas or directions you might have. They have certainly helped in the past and I welcome the interaction.Full disclosure; I am considering moving some of my writing to other online platforms. All open-access and free-to-read, of course. The stories published here will be my unwitting test material as I check out different sites by posting them there. Otherwise, have fun. I'll drop writers notes in the comments section as always so look out for those and happy reading!~. I reach back and stick a couple fingers in my hole and i'm surprised at how loose my hole is. The next guy realizes this and asks if I have ever been dp'd before. I tell him no and then he says that today is the day, so him and the other guy get in position and one cock goes in with ease and then I feel the head of the second cock trying to make its way in. He grabs some of the cum from the second guy and puts it on his cock. He try's again and with a little effort he finally pops in. I let out. His mother had declined his invitation to join him, evidently because of protocol, but she supervised the handling of the dishes as they arrived. There seemed to be a quaint custom that the waiter (as David thought of them) who brought each dish was given a small portion of it to eat before it was given to David. After the fourth or fifth time this happened he realised that this was his mother's way of protecting him from being poisoned. Fortunately, none of the plate-bearers showed any ill.