The clitoral stimulator on the vibrator was driving her mad. She rocked back and forth on her knees. As she flipped the page of the magazine, she stop...ed moving. There, in all her glory was the centerfold. Those curves, those breasts, and that long raven hair. Memories of that night came flooding back. She hadn’t thought about Angel in quite some time. Seeing Angel spread eagle in the center of Playboy made her so hot. She rubbed her finger over the picture of Angel’s pussy. Oh how she wanted. The Human bard smiled at a busty waitress headed his way, bearing an enormous mug of fresh ale with a smile on her full, dark green lips. She was an Orc, and she was moving with easy power and grace. Her hips were wide and her legs spilled out of the skirt she wore, well muscled and long. Her cleavage was barely contained by the too-tight bustier wrapped around her torso, her arms and shoulders also toned from genetics and years of manual labor. Dark hair tied in a tight braid swept down her. Until I have learned my lesson. ”Astrid felt her skirt being pushed up, over her back, so only her underpants would be between her and his hand, and she knew, he really meant it and this was going to hurt. The first hit landed hard, not as terrible as she had feared, but a yelp still escaped her. He didn’t lift his hand and Astrid closed her eyes, awaiting the next.“Count.” “O-one,” she stuttered, already having forgotten the rules, which did not bode well.She felt him lift his hand and she. !"One arm encircled her still-slim waist, holding her as she swayed enough that I feared she would fall to the hard floor at her feet. My other hand slipped up her skirt, up those warm smooth nylon encased legs to find old-fashioned thigh-high stockings and garters. The old lady sighed thickly and spread her feet, obscenely bending her knees for me to access her. My fingers touched lace satin panty, warm and moist. It was easy to slip my fingers beneath the leg opening, her sex slippery and.