A large blue stone hung from it."This necklace was crafted by the gods." Oh?" I'm sure of it. Perhaps the work of Apollo, or even Hephaestus. Only an ...ndying god could make something so fine."I looked at the necklace. It was well made, but surely not beyond human skill. She went on."It was given to Odysseus by his father, taken in war in some foreign land."Eurycleia turned me around facing her."You're a vision, Donjeta, as beautiful as any goddess."I smiled. She embraced me and kissed my cheek.. Stacy moved me around like a doll, but a doll with a massive erection. Then her hands closed on my penis and started to expertly stroke me. As I was masturbated I was unable to move or resist and she said ‘So weak any woman can have you! But it gets better.’ I felt I was close to coming and then her hands took me over the edge of orgasm. But instead of a pleasant orgasm nothing happened and I was left stuck on the agonising point of coming with my penis hard. My eyes widened again in terror as. She had blurted it out so quickly Mark wasn’t sure he’d heard it right, and when they all looked at her, she turned so bright red it was almost shocking.Holding her palms out in supplication, she quickly added: “He begged me for it. I didn’t tie him up or anything, but he would lie on the bed and I’d just sit on him. Sometime we did it for like an hour.”She looked down at the floor, her fingers tugging on the hem of her dress.“And would he... ?” The blonde began, making a gesture with two. I squeezed my thighs together, glancing at the growing bulge in Rex's jeans.Queenie's hand beat mine there, rubbing up and down on his bulge. “Do you want to go to bed, husband?” Queenie grinned.“I'm so tired,” he sighed, his head leaned on a log. “Why don't you just climb on up and go for a ride.”“If you want to get laid, husband, then you need to pull your weight,” I told him as Queenie unzipped his jeans. “Queenie will ride you, but I get to sit on your face.”“Deal,” Rex grinned, pushing the.