" Listening to this, my cock wanted to get hard again, but it was locked up and it hurt a lot until it softened again. She said, "Now you're just goin... to wear panties and fuck your ass, you will not be able to enjoy your dick until I tell you to." And he added: "My pussy is no longer yours, it's the males I bring home and you're going to be fucked by them too."Then she stuffed a plug in my ass saying, "Your hole needs to be receptive to my males' sticks, be nice, bitch." And left me leaving. Now, I can beat you down until you’re catatonic and get on with it, but I would rather you watch me ruin her.”That seems to be the cue, as two of the thugs step forward and forcibly remove Agnes from Robbie’s arms. She screams, trashes, begs, but it’s no use. Tears bluer her vision, but she’s somewhat relieved to see that the men obey their leader, and don’t hurt Robbie too badly. Instead, they wrestle him to his knees, immobilizing him.“Please, leave her alone!” Clay begs as he watches Agnes. Dara’s fingers continued to stroke, so energized was she by the moment. “I am so proud of you,” she continued, looking at Damian. “Not just as my son. But as a man and the future King.” With that, Dara stood. Her robe fell off her shoulders, her body bared. No longer a mother, but a tribal Queen. “Come,” she said, taking Damian by the hand. “All men of the Tribe must prove their worthiness for admission, at the Queen’s discretion. And I will gladly — I feel undeniably compelled to — take on. She was masturbating with both hands. Her breasts jiggled as she frigged herself.“Jack played with my boobs and fingered me. I had a small orgasm. I wanted to see what it looked like when a guy came. Jack talked me through my first handjob. When he came, when it shot out of him, Iwas surprised. I jumped back, but something told me I should taste it. I sucked the head of his cock and swallowed what I could. I liked it. I wanted to do it again.”Marja was delighted. “Oh, I love your story! I can.