The year is 1935 and the once-thriving city has fallen into disrepair and neglect. Shops that shone brightly with neon lights are now boarded up and d...rk. The places that remain in business aren’t welcoming to strangers, with reinforced doors and shady looking owners sitting behind the registers. Police cars survey the dark streets for ne’er do wells, but everyone knows that the officers aren’t the ones running the city’s remains. The mobs hold the power here and to cross the wrong person could. Not that we expected to find a set of pearly gates; hints from Athena had already told us that, at a certain stage, the gods were supposed to fade into the background or face consequences from the Heavenly Realm. That Beog had survived so long was more down to Chakra banishing the Powers than any ability of Beog.The work was painstaking as, despite our numbers, the area to be covered was huge and we couldn’t trust our magical senses so had to check everything physically. Even then, there are. Charlene was right. They ARE fun and I learned all about a new kind of love and affection. I don't think I need to spell that out for you. Use your imagination about double dildos. I was at the doctors for a checkup. He put me in the stirrups again for an in depth exam, pun intended again. "Well Vanessa, you've been working six months as a woman and your prostate is so small, I can barely find it and the rest, well, it's not of much use to you now, is it?" "No, not really." "I'd like to. Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached for the breechclout. Samantha could feel the heat of his skin, could clearly see his engorged member throbbing within despite the darkness of the cave. Her throat went dry. She swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing her shaking fingers to cooperate. Then she looked away as the clout fell out to the floor. Black Sun jerked her head back, shoving her to her knees. ‘Look,’ he boasted, holding her head in place while she struggled. ‘Behold my mighty.