Not a bad start. Eighteen founding members, all of us connected by our mutual love of cosplay, booze, weed, junk, parties, literature, and wanton deba...chery. So, the menfolk are me, my name’s Konrad in case you missed it, Jack, Brett, Ace, well, I don’t know your real name, so I always call you that, Wayne, Tristan, Todd, Joey, Ronnie, Nikos, and Brigham. The women are Katie, Sammie, Natasha, Christy, Melissa, Vicky, and Stacey for now. Oh, and Amber, which actually makes eight,” I declared as. She’s not found her center of pleasure in submission. The balletic grace of a woman whose entire self is focused, sure, confident in what they want and what they want to do escapes her. The posture isn’t right. It’ll take time and effort to train her to do even the smallest task properly. Just to shake her out of false ideas of submission, I tell her to go into the other room, sit at the desk, and write a page about what worshipping a cock means. Her eyes widen again, but she slowly rises and. Silly maybe, but amusing.I took another gulp, refilled my wine glass (the spigots on box wines are so convenient, what a brilliant idea!) and scanned for another interesting story.Temptation. Hmmm. It was in Loving Wives as well and the description indicated it was about a woman whose co-worker was flirting with her and tempting her to cheat on her husband. I scanned the story and was disappointed to find that the "temptation" was an attraction to another woman, not that I can't get into that,. "Oh god unhh.... Please stop." Mnn... Not... 'til we cum..." Asuka declared, moaning, starting to get nearer and nearer to orgasm "How does it feel, though...? Taking dicks like ours, knowing you'll never be satisfied by Kaji again 'cause of us?" she asked even as Misato would feel an odd sensation in her bowels, a grumbling, kind of like she'd eaten too much spicy food and was getting gas from it.Misato groaned, as she would hold on to her stretched out stomach while looking at the two.