.” Ember groaned as [] pushed []self up. Xora walked backwards on her knees and her palms, then sat back on her thighs. She looked down at [] and Em...er looked back up at her. Ember had noticed before that [] Amethyst was tall – but at the moment, [] felt completely and utterly undone. It made Xora look even taller, even more imposing. And Ember hated it. [] hated how much being dickless made [] feel weak and pathetic.How stupid!How stupid could [] be, pinning everything on a tiny bit of. At Tempe’s...”“Okay, then,” Mrs. Bumstead softly said as she wrapped her arms around Tempe’s and my shoulders. “Are you sure you didn’t get a hard crack on the back of your head, Mike? With your concussion history...”“It wasn’t a hard knock; I rolled with that fall, so I’m good, Mrs. B. How’s the shoulder, Tempe?” I responded and then checked on my NIS partner.“Its fine, Mike, Mrs. Bumstead,” Tempe replied.“What’s up with Tony?” Lynette asked, playing along with our scripted cover story.“I was. And they are identical to other prints being sold in the casbah--all copies. They are worthless here, but no doubt have value if you take them back to England. I hope you will not be going back to England, though, until I’ve had several opportunities to use your beautiful little body several times. Lean over the bed for me now, if you will. I won’t hurt you much, but I need encouragement to harden sufficiently to penetrate you. I would also like to view and play with your hole until it has. I then went near my didi and insisted that she touch me. She touched my bicep with one finger.Me: Touch it properly.She was very shy and with some hesitation, she touched me.Didi: It’s very hard.Me: See my thigh.Didi: I will not.I could sense a little excitement in her. She then took some photos.Didi: Your belly is so nice. There is no fat at all. I am fat.Me: You are perfect.Didi (smiling like a kid): I should not take street foods.Me: Yeah.Didi: Can I touch your belly?Me (I was very happy for.