I had an affinity for satin as a little boy. As I matured I discovered my sisters satin bras, panties, and slips, and began using them for masturbatio... tools. At first I could be satisfied by just rubbing them on my cock and around my legs, and the smooth, cool, shiny feelings made my cock grow and erupt in no time flat. I would find a pair of panties in the dirty laundry hamper in the bathroom and would first sniff at the crotch of them, then drop them around my cock and would practically cum. Cordain said he would have it filled immediately, and would ensure it remained warm until they chose to use it.Rochelle clapped her hands as she tossed her pack down at the foot of her bed. "Okay, I'm ready to go celebrate. Let's go join the rest of the company at the tavern."Celeste said, "I will bring copies of a few easy spells for you in the morning, Christi." Not too early. I may not be in the best shape first thing in the morning," Christi remarked with a laugh as she sat down her own. We could not have known what we would be for each other ahead of time. We imagined what could be and made it happen. Not only that, our subterranean imaginations brought about an embodied, necessary, and unreserved truth.I was a woman. He was a man. Those facts never limited us, although they did many others. I pitied them.I was not particularly beautiful. He was not particularly handsome. We were not young and we did not envy youth. However, we were not limited by the bad habits and. I felt Master’s hands on my hips, and knew that he was going to fuck my ass while she and I ate each other out. His hard cock eased into my tight ass, he filled me completely, and I thought I would go crazy from the feel of the two of them. I buried my face in her, tongue lashing her to a frenzy to almost match mine, as Master fucked me with long steady strokes. He laid an occasional slap on one cheek or the other as he rode me, and it increased my attentions to her pussy. She was moaning.