The evening will follow a particular choreography ... I am the piece of attraction. There are several acts. It is up to the Mistress to guide me today...Act 1.I am led into the middle of a large room. There is an old, stained mattress on the floor; next to it is a post to which I am chained with the collar. I’m so horny; I have to start rubbing my already dripping sissy clit. Heavy lights are shining on me, blinding me. Behind, in the shadows, I see the silhouettes of men ... many, many men. They. The question was how to proceed. There were enough soldiers within Integ that the rebels were going to have to enter with their entire force of 138 fighting men (there were 13 women fighting among the men, but that was a detail not important to this narrative).Armor suggested that they were eventually going to have to learn the use of siege engines, so this was a good opportunity to start. The wall around Integ was reasonably strong, but not well designed to prevent breaching by the proper. I just couldn't resist any longer. I unzipped his pants and yanked them completely down to his feet. My eyes widened as I stared at the girthy black dick twitching in front of my face. It must have been nearly a foot long and about as thick as my wrist. Suddenly, Jamal grabbed the base of his cock in one hand and the back of my head with his other hand."Let's cut to the chase! It's time to ruin your faggot mouth!" Without mercy, he yanked my head forward and impaled my mouth on his massive. Not once did she let go of my hand. The creak sounded again and then again, and another. "Come on, you can do it!" The little girl quickly got to her feet long enough to jump into my arms and push me down when the truck fell. The little girl quickly lifted herself off of me as she noticed the truck was missing. "Daddy?" She whimpered."Daddy!!" She wailed hysterically.Slow to my feet, the girl quickly grabs hold of me tight as she cried for her father. No one has ever gripped me like that.
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