From the back of the stage, Cricket strolled out like she was going to class. She even carried a few books against her chest. She stopped in the middl... of the stage and looked around, ignoring the audience, but sensing them. She pretended to be alone – finally.Cricket was dressed as a parochial school girl: short plaid skirt, white knee socks with tiny bows on them, Mary Jane shoes, a white button shirt, school tie, matching plaid vest, and her blonde hair done in two pigtails. She looked as. Behind the throne, there was a humanoid that was tied up. The humanoid was still alive, based on the wriggling and struggles that the party could see.The party tighten their hold on their weapons, and walked forward towards the kobolds.“What do you want?” the old kobold said in Common. “You’ve already killed more than half of my people.”“Who is that?” Fender asked, pointing at the humanoid.“Her? She’s an intruder, just like you. Soon, she’ll be food, just like you,” the kobold leader replied,. She knew that if she didn’t cooperate, Darrell would beat her unmercifully. The guy on her left pulled her off of the cock she was sucking, turned her head and rammed his cock down her throat. After 3 or 4 strokes, the guy on her right did the same. They kept alternating like that until one came. When that happened, another one would step up and take his place after he stepped back. It took about 30 minutes for her to get all 9 of them off the first time. When she finished the last one. If you have any thoughts of going after Greg, even if just to torment me. Please forget it. For one, I don't think he ever would get involved with any Lady that I have an interest in. He got burned with the M thing. Secondly, I will not stand for it. I love you and I don't care if you don't love me back. But getting involved with my friend Greg would mean the end of us. This maybe presumptuous of me. I'm assuming something but I will never accept being a cuckold. At least not for a very long.