..but didn't want to fuck us....we could see her naked, but no touching...no fucking.At lunch in the dining hall we sat at our usual table - six guys ...round Janet. She described what she would like... "I want to strip for you...I want to see you get hard....and I want to see you squirt....cum shooting at me...." She continued and you could tell she was serious by her eyes..."but no one gets in me...got it? I'm not k**ding about that..."We set a date...it was going to be a Saturday. I’m not sure when enough of my senses returned to be able to think clearly, but I remember my first thoughts being of concern. My memory caught up next and I knew I was fine.Having had her way with me the lamia was starting to wind down. I was still her toy, but now she was using me more for curiosity. She was carefully moving me about, exploring me. I could tell she had regained some of her own senses. She must have sensed my alertness, and brought my mouth to hers. We shared a passionate. What had happened? Where was he? He looked around the still dark room unsure if he was actually in his own bed. As he struggled to free himself, he realized that his arms were bound to his ankles. As he pulled, he felt the restraints cut into his body. He began to let out a panicked moan when suddenly a light flicked on. “That’s what I love about zip ties, silent and effective” her voice said. Then she let out a light laugh. He was confused and worried. It must have actually. Why was the Mahy order the wrong order, other than the whole chaos thing? he asks.The Mahy, like the other orders were supposed to help, we- they are- were given parts, sectors of space that they were supposed to take care of. Watch, help, fix and the like. I stop again as the pain of the past comes crashing down on me.There, there, love, Nimrod say soothing and strokes his penis in and out, giving me something to focus on Õtil I can calm down.The Mahy went mad, I finally get out. They used.