Above his robes the Castigator wore an immaculate platinum breastplate, without carvings, etchings or any other decoration whatsoever. On one side hun... Urtis, the Mace of Judgment, the Castigator's long ago chosen tool of enlightenment and battle, that was said to have cracked as many heretic skulls as there are stones in the walls of the Disciplinarium. Indeed, some claimed the very same skulls had been used in building the later parts of the majestic building as a morbid reminder that All is. Nothing touched her but his mouth and breath, and that alone aroused her enough for her body to demand more. Again, she rocked her pelvis until her moist womanhood brushed the rigid lines of his cloth covered cock, but this time it was done with the intentional purpose of driving him to claim her. She needed more. Instead of caving into the demands of both of their bodies, Lincoln stepped back and dropped down into his chair. With a last ironic thought of how he’d never be able to sit in this. It was much more intense, and he felt deeper, tighter. When he was all the way in, I distanced my knees and the pressure on his dick loosened. With that he began fucking me. The force and the pressure were out of this world. My body took his force, and took it out on my chest. It surged forward, then was pulled back with his withdrawal. I began pushing back against him to get more force and more pressure. I felt something building inside me. A pressure and force I could not control. He slammed. I told her and she asked if I was enjoying that. I told her I'd rather it be her (Carrie) and that I was definitely not expecting that. Carrie laughed and said drunkenly that she really didn't mind, as long as it was Jessica (someone she knew and her best friend). Carrie started telling me that her and Jessica had been fooling around and exploring eachothers bodies for a long time though, she'd only had sex with one guy, and that was me. Jessica finally found us and joined in. We packed another.