It glistened with Minx's juices. He slammed in, his balls smacking into her small frame. She groaned, trembling beneath him.“Yes,” the halfling hi...sed. “Fuck me, Chaun. Make me squeal on that wonderful cock.”I opened up Minx's pouch, digging through the clay balls. They had different markings on them. Some were sticky bombs, some sleeping bombs, and others were lust bombs. I pushed past a felt bag wrapped up with metal and then found a jar. I opened it, revealing a reddish-white paste. I. She shook her head as she laid the canvas on the ground, her paints spread out nicely on the table. She stood before the canvas, hands on her voluptious hips, the loose tunic hanging on her thighs, her long silky legs stretching from the shirt. Shawn smiled as he peeked into the room, watching Erin as she nudged the canvas with her foot. She had started tapping her foot, he knew she was stuck. He turned the handle of the door, opening it slowly, trying to be quiet and suprise her. He had been. She quite happily agreed and went straight to taking my cock out. She did struggle and fumble little getting it out, but the whole process of a girl fishing my cock out is thoroughly enjoyable to me. It's a nice feeling to have someone hold your cock while you piss too. It's mildly stimulating in a certain way that's both soothing and erotic, especially when the piss is particularly strong relief. The girl's who've held my cock while I've pissed have always seemed so clinically absorbed in the. I am a servant of the Cabal. I have no other life but to serve the will of my Masters and Mistresses. But I do this of my free will. My voice is too weak to survive without the other’s protection.”This time it was my turn to remain quiet, not knowing what to say or ask. The fact that I was having trouble keeping my head from spinning made me concentrate on just keeping my balance. I was very grateful when we finally arrived at the door and entered into the air conditioning.Gordie led me to the.