The battle was brief and we saw most of our friends die,especially the older and more experienced fighters in our group of 30. Iwas captured along wit... two of my best (and only) friends and we foundourselves back-bound and put on a wagon heading back to the town we hadjust escaped from.We assumed that we would be turned into slaves for the opposing army,ruled by evil warlord Tengeth. Strangely enough, we had no guards insidethe wagon and found ourselves free to discuss what was going to. He finally hit the bottom.We both moaned with pleasure at the same time.He then started to pull out and push in in rhythm, pumping me harder, with all his power and his lust.The doggie position was perfect to feel him moving in and out of my rectum. I could feel his cock sliding easily, making me moan in both pain and pleasure.I turned my head and saw Max’s face contorted in pleasure; while he grabbed my hips even harder and pushed his dick into my anus like a possessed man.All of a sudden I. Nothing’s more important than your education.” It was sweet, how much your friends cared about your well-being. “I’ll pay for you to take a taxi home. It’s not fair for you to pay the whole thing.”“No, no,” you argued. “That’s not necessary. I don’t mind, really.” I could tell, however, that the thought of paying for a cab was worrisome. A nursing student attending community college could not have much disposable income.I nodded toward the parking lot. “If you’re okay with it, I can take you. .he couldn't handleit, though. 81 days and he was a nervous wreck...but Julie would stick to herguns...Horace was a dramatic example of one of Julie's "belted" clients...themain recipients of her key holder service..she held the keys to their belts...Aless intense version of a belted client than Horace, was Steven. Steve was more of a typical "belted" client, one who cameat least once every two months. Julie kept Steve in a metal chastity sheathat all times, except when it was his teasing.