She had her 'evening' dress laid out ready, along with the full stockings and suspenders attire to compliment the dress, which she knows drives me wil....The night went on with the usual Irish craic, plenty of Guinness and shorts were being consumed. After a few hours, we took a few minutes out of the main room and were sitting by the reception. I was getting horny again, but there was no escaping early, it's not the done thing, so I wouldn't even suggest it.My hand wandered up her leg during. I never had to wear a bra back home, never knew why I had breasts or exactly what they were to be honest, but here things are different. Some plump woman made me stand while she measured me, I wore a thin dress, there are no uniforms here, and when she wrapped the measuring tape around me a shiver ran through me, my father had warned me about these feelings, I have taken care to avoid touching myself and to feel someone else was mind blowingly embarrassing, made even more difficult by the. I let out a deep groaning gasp as I felt the head of his cock slip between my wet pussies. Unable to move anymore I only managed a feeble verbal struggle saying, “PLEASE, FUCK ME” If he heard me he didn’t show it as he attempted to slide his cock into me. The sudden thrust, I whimpered, “it won’t fit, and my pussy is too worn out and small?’ That he heard and, he whispered in my ear, “By the end of the day your pussy will want all the dicks in the world!” I whined and whimpered as he continued. You may think you were playing some little game all this time but managed to perform a rare ritual... that of hethrensime!"You think to yourself... "Hethrensime?", only to have your thought interupted by Kethlerax."That's right, John, hethrensime. It's not a word YOU would be be wary of. Allow me to explain... in short it is a sort of rare ritual that grants me access to your realm, within it's own limitations of course. I am granted the gift of taking one of your souls. Ahhhh.... it has been.