In the distance I could hear the chuff-chuff-chuff of the miniature engine as it made its way towards us."Yeah, that's it," she gasped. "Fuck me." as...my paced changed in tempo to the on-coming sound.Now instead of just the drying bracken I could smell the ambrosia of our love making as I punished her pussy with my cock. Soon this was mixed with the smell of the train as it past, but a few yards away to create an intoxicating smell that filled my lungs as I gasped for breath."COME ON…FUCK ME,". They must've been someone who didn't know much about his sexuality because he hid his boner and laughed before they finally got to us.“Hey, Darryl, Mark” Foxy said, the feint redness of a blush was evident on his dark skin.“Yo, Fox!” one of them said.“Good to see you both got here, there's an Esky night to the car that's got the music so you can keep your beers cold” Foxy begun pointing to a Rusty Holden that was parked on the beach.It was the same car that has been playing loud music ever. Let's all have fun and play together!You've always found it fascinating how much one can accomplish with cleverness alone. Anything can be bet, from articles of clothing, to one's full enslavement. As long as both parties agree, the losing party has no choice but to fulfil the bet, no matter how terrible it is. One could lose a bet, and have to wear embarrassing dog ears, and be tied to a pole on the street. It's probably happened before, as weird as it sounds.Of the sixteen races, as a flügel,. Male Readers, either Sub or Dom depending on the story (or bit of the story!) are invited to take the part of the DM, imagining themselves enjoying the various pleasures of the Triple D, the Pleasure Dungeon, and/or the surrounding areas.In the narrative, DM specialises with his hands and tongue, and the Mithril cock ring of temperature control; he often wears a Tuxedo, or other full evening dress, sometimes adding a simple black eye mask, or even a Minotaur Gimp Mask for special occassions. He.