He found it difficult not to keep stroking his body throughthe delicate material.It had been almost 5 years since that day and over the months in betw...enhe had slowly built up a truly delightfully feminine wardrobe. He haspossessed many, many pairs of the most girlish panties that he could findon the Internet. Each pair covered with layer upon layer of frills. Thenhe had moved into expanding his wardrobe so that he started to addstockings, bras, corsets, petticoats. As he held down quite a well. His neck action suddenly gets harder, more possessive and he whispers in her ear 'slut'. Oh god, she is so turned on, so hot and wet between her legs. The other passengers leave the lift and he moved his hands up to her tits, squeezing hard on her nipples, alternately rubbing them with the ball of his thumb and then pulling at them, tweaking getting harder and rougher. He moved one hand lower, up her work skirt, past her stockings (they give him a bit of pause for thought and she is delighted. Her hips hooked on the table's edge. Baby felt the hard table holding her in place. She felt the urgency of the two cocks pressing in. She wiggled and squirmed to get more. Her eyes went wide. The cocks were so deep. She felt herself being forced forward onto the table. The two cock tips were sinking deeper. As she bent forward she saw the Wicked Witch of the West's pussy. The Wicked Witch still laying on the table had her dress pulled up and legs spread. With one finger she was signaling,. "With his westward trade route cut off, you would think he would clamor at the chance to trade with the Urisi. He is likely doing this simply to spite me."Q'yros did not have the patience for this line of conversation and decided not to pursue it. "My Emperor, I wish to request..." Q'yros, I may need some assistance from you on this matter."The Mage hesitated. "I beg your pardon?" You have had contact with Roquan. You can best advise me on dealing with him."Q'yros sighed. "As much as I wish I.