You can feel every inch of my strap-on as it ploughs your tight ass, slowly building a kind of pleasure you never thought possible. You attempt to sti...le your moans by holding a hand to your mouth, but it is a futile gesture, hardly containing the sounds at all. “You can be as loud as you like, don't hold back. Just go with it,” I say, in-between the sound of slapping skin. I always like it when men scream uncontrollably as I fuck them senseless with a long, thick strap-on dildo. “Oh. Mmm.. Told you that was no man!”“Your Queen is coming and you would be wise to heed her instructions,” the short green she-devil announces triumphantly from atop the main stage. “She’s on her way right now! And you should count yourselves lucky to hear her words and share this space with such royalty.”The faceless guards, surrounding the platform below her, thump their spears in unison at this mention.The rest of us don’t know what to think and it shows. I take a moment to look around at the confused. ‘Good luck everybody! Later!’ She and Cecily disappeared into the crowd towards the backstage area. ‘Those were some outfits,’ Brody commented. Annette had switched her cut offs for a bright green miniskirt, and Cecily’s hair was outshone only by her metallic silver blouse. Ryan laughed. ‘Those were pretty tame compared to some others I’ve seen them in.’ ‘So . . . .’ Brody studied her. ‘What?’ ‘Do you ever wear outfits like that?’ His expression was somewhere between teasing and hopeful. Ryan. We don’t want him going and telling other girls he loves them, you know…”“No!” responded Alison vehemently. “Yeah, I know what you’re telling me, that it’s not my fault and all. But actually – think about it – he’s black. And so he had to be sterilised to stay in this country – so the worst he can do is really upset people, like he’s done to me. He can’t marry anyone, and – oh fuck that’s good, lick my clit just there – and… and he can’t make anyone pregnant. And if the authorities find out,.