With a gesture of thanks, I stepped into the room, and into battle. Craxill rituals are as formal and stylized as a Japanese Kabuki play, and the Ritu...l of Celebration and Presentation was no exception. The ritual began as the Craxill equivalent of a majordomo announced my arrival.Despite the formality, it was clear the Ritmurt Local Eldest had it in for me. Ritual demanded that he downplay the value of his 'gift', and he did so in full measure, 'regretfully' mentioning that Larwint was a twin,. Toward the end she made sure to walk ahead to give Ray the space to do the usual ‘tough guy’ talk about how this isn’t a whore house. She appreciated that about this place, some clubs aren’t concerned about reputation. As they walked in Ray nodded to the client and Emily, and left the door. Now it was just Emily and him, only ‘him’ knew her and she couldn’t narrow down where she knew him from. Gently she touched his arm, motioning him to sit. The player in the back had to be turned on, and Ray. Het gewichtje was blijkbaar het pompje van de opblaas butplug geweest die ik nu uit mijn aars moest persen van de meesteres. Door het grote volume van de butplug achter mijn sluitspier kreeg ik een enorme persdrang maar het was onmogelijk de butplug aan de meesteres terug te geven. Pas toen Lucinda de butplug liet leeglopen viel deze in een opvangbakje dat ze onder mijn aars hield. Het inmiddels behoorlijk pijnlijke touwtje werd om mijn ballen en penis weggehaald. Nu kwam de pijn pas echt. Ik. Only six inches of the two-foot, arm-thick cocks were exposed, the rest buried deep inside the cunts of their writhing partners. The women’s faces showed ecstasy or agony, I couldn’t tell which. I whispered to Brin as I started to stroke my cock in and out of her ass, my hands now on her snatch and playing with her clit, “What are they? How can they do that?”Between gasps as she rocked back and forth against my crotch and flexed her anus around my meat-pole she managed, “Chaos god… snake image….