The two girls set the pedestal upright before Breanne, who squirmed away, trying to wrest herself free of the frame. It came up mid-waist on the boun... girl, a tapered tube that rivaled any phallus in existence. It was easily two inches wide at the slightly rounded top, and it spread to as many as four at the base. But it wasn’t the width or the length that frightened Breanne. It was the fact it was made of ice; cloudy, white, and frozen. The ice phallus was hardened and shaped on a. We talked for a few minutes and then they retreated to the bathroom and told me to stay still. I waited for them to close the door. I reached back to the back of my head and found a tender swollen lump at the center of the fire on the back of my head. It really was not as bad as I had thought it might be. I could not feel anything wet or anything that made me think I had even broken the skin. I slowly pushed myself up and after sitting up for a moment, swung my legs over the side of the hotel. "I'm not even going to mention this to Sasha. So if you don't, she'll never even know we were here."Ron inhaled on the joint and I watched it start to dwindle in size. If I didn't get over there soon and get into the circle, I was going to miss my opportunity to get stoned.I walked over to my bed and sat down next to Ken."That a' girl," Ken said, smiling at me.I smiled back, longing to be in the mental state he was in. God, he was so fucking cute. And the way he was looking at me, it made. Amy took that as her cue to pull me to my feet and hold my robe closed, telling me not to give up all my secrets yet. And she walked me back to their bedroom and into the master bath. As we entered the bathroom, I saw the clothes she had taken outside earlier and a bowl of dirt. She grabbed some and rubbed it in patches on my neck, face, chest, back and legs. The clothes, a pair of loose fit jeans and an oversized tee shirt, looked like they had been kicked around the yard for a bit and had.