"A butt plug," he said quietly. "It will keep your bottom closed so that the water can do its work."He lifted me to my feet. I felt unbelievably cramp...d. I looked down and saw that my belly was distended more than it had ever been. "It won't be too much longer," he said soothingly. "Now, come on, let's go do the breakfast dishes."I took a hesitant step forward. It hurt like hell. He took my hands and guided me to the kitchen. He ran water in the sink and began washing the dishes. I was doubled. Hey wait, what if this was one of those stupid story-building sections? Where the player had to learn the basic moves that would set him on the path to being a hero.He selected Attack again.He lunged forward and drove his stupidly large sword right through the center of Suraimo's chest until the blade emerged from the other side.Yeah baby! That's what we're talking about.Suraimo looked down at the sword sticking out of her chest. She seemed completely unfazed by the four feet of steel. I was wearing a denim skirt, which I easily shimmied out of, and my thong, the black pair with the bow Tony loved to caress. I left my top on, in case I might have to make a quick exit. Tony was pantless in one fluid motion, and he climbed on top of me. His hand found my breast, and he rubbed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I gasped, and his mouth clamped on mine, his tongue finding mine. I was burning up inside for him. And he knew it. "You'd better be quick about it, I don't know. He was selfish to the last, but because his mother seemed to savour the sight of a woman penetrating a man, he lay unprotesting at the continuing union of lesbian and sissy. The sultan went in morbid fear of his mother and dared not protest at her voyeuristic indulgence. Finally the remaining pair gave a squeal of pleasure and exploded into mutual delight until their bodies and needs were satisfied. Then the mother motioned to her son and he quickly reattached their wrists to their.