I had been with muscular men quite a few times, men who could lift me, manhandle me and toss me around with ease, but never before had I felt so secur..., so completely at ease, so trusting. I cradled his head in my hands as I fucked his mouth raw with complete and utter abandon. This was an ultimate moment of whoredom for me (my motto: whoredom, not boredom). I was on display for everyone, and loved it.I've never been a "screamer", but I realized that I was getting very loud. My moans turned to. " She laughed"Yeah, well I'm sure you'd feel the same way about my girlfriends. If I ever had any."Katherine smiled. "Yeah, how long has it been since Monica?" Three years.." Why's that?" asked Katherine, interested."I don't know, I just feel uncomfortable talking to girls sometimes. It's always so awkward when I go on dates." This doesn't seem awkward," pointed out Katherine."You're my sister. It's different."Katherine smiled. "Not that different." She spent the rest of the meal staring into. It was not the best I'd had, nor the worst. The girl backed away from the table, almost bumping into another patron at the table between the fireplace and the bar before remembering to turn around.With my cup in front of me, and with a sip from it having diminished my desire for more, I sat waiting for my meal and playing with the blue light, pushing a little magic into it to run its color from blue to red and even into green. With out even realizing I did it, I pulled my dagger out and began. Suzanne idly stroked the exposed ass and pussy with her fingertips. Sophie and I were spellbound. “Zyi is a pledge here at Lamba Lamba Rho.” Suzanne said. “She’s proving herself to the sisterhood. Would you like a lick?” I just nodded, spellbound by the delicate rump and wet pussy offered up before my eyes. Slowly I knelt down and put one hand on each cheek, spreading her wider and lifting her up a tiny bit more, just the right position for a long, slow, soft lick over her wet folds. I heard.