Ernesto tossed me a blonde Dolly Parton style wig. It was cheap. “Victor told him to bring any wigs. This is for you,” he said.I looked at Mike to...see if I had permission to wear it and he granted me permission. Any hair was better than no hir. The wig was obviously very fake and unnatural, but I was no longer bald.I thanked Victor and Ernesto for thinking about me.“Hey, I asked him to bring some handcuffs and ponygirl stuff too. He didn’t have anything like that, but he probably thought I’d. Did it work out well for you and Penny’s cocky husband?”Wiggling her ass to seat his cock in the crevice of her behind she said, “Not as cocky as what my baby has between his legs,” humping him invitingly. “So, was Penny near to what you’ve been dreaming about all these years?”Chuckling he said, “It started out a little off kilter. I think all those blow jobs she’d given to me when she was in college have been weighing on her all these years ... not that she did it ... more like because she and. A hand yanked the scrawny youth into line and the others, reluctantly followed suit. Thurlith tossed one of the branches forward and spoke the activation word. Smoke poured from it like from a bonfire. The other branch he slammed into the ground hard enough to embed a quarter of its length in dirt before speaking the activation word. A relatively gentle breeze sprang up, blowing the wrong way. He twisted the make-shift staff and the wind blew the smoke into the tunnels. Then he waited in. He called out, partly to me and partly to the guy who seemed to be tending the bar, "hey bring a couple of bottles up, better hurry or you'll miss the first couple of guys fucking her!" The bartender put a couple of bottles of rum in my hand and I followed the sound of the feet going ahead of me up the dark staircase.There was a guy barring the way into the room where they'd obviously gone but when he saw I was carrying booze he yelled into the room to see if I was allowed in. The leaders voice.