What few knew, was Ratherton had drawn the ire of a powerful and evil warlock. This warlock laid a curse on the city.Clutches of eggs were deposited a... certain points of the city. The two most important of these were a convent and a home for wayward girls.The eggs hatched at the setting of the next new moon. Chittering bugs the size of wolves flew out looking to build nests and find prey.Salacia was sleeping in the basement of an old abandoned church when she heard the sound. Chittering, at. It looked like a large, shiny hairpin — pretty and gold-plated. Slid down from the top, with the loop just around her hard clit, the clip held her inner labia tightly together. Holding everything inside. * * * * * * ‘Little objects,’ Master’s voice commanded. ‘Small… round… hard objects.’ He caressed Alicia’s cheek, and she shuddered with ecstasy at the contact. Her eyes closed, languidly, then opened again. Gazing up at Him. ‘You need them in your pussy. You need them to cum.’ Master’s thumb. I continued my rounds so you would understand what I was.’ ‘You stayed at the first bar for a while. Where you busy?’ ‘No, I eat the appetizers there then drink a glass of coconut rum over ice to help me get started. I don’t do business there.’ ‘Do you fuck any of them?’ ‘No. Never have, and in fact I have never been asked. I don’t seem to appeal to men that way. Most do want to see my tits but just as you saw I always wear jeans.’ ‘You do have fine tits,’ I said as I poured coffee for us.. She could feel her pussy responding, needing his touch. Maria slid her hands down her hips, bypassing her pussy, and massaged the inside of her thighs. She took her time and didn’t give in to her body’s urge to reach its climax. After a few minutes the hands began to massage around the outside of her vagina. When she could take no more delay, a finger slid into her now wet folds. Her clitoris responded to the touch by sending out spasms of pleasure through her pussy. She pictured Ben’s tongue.