Helplessly, as he fucked into Sandy's snugly milking young cunt from behind, Ken gaped at his sweat-glistening wife still kneeling on all fours, inces...ant whimpers tumbling from her lips in her unfulfilled need, her buttocks high in the air, her face resting on the animal rug as she seemed to wait in desperation for someone to fill her throbbing pussy."Damn all of you!" he cried out in his drug induced compassion. "Have some mercy on her! Somebody fuck her before she loses her mind!" Wait!". ‘It is your choice.’ He had not heeded her words. He’d never made the choice, scared to choose one over the others. In the end, he’d made no choice ... which was, in and of itself, a choice.The choice to be nothing. To end. To die. To fail.Then, the sound that chilled his failed and dying body filled him. “Yren, I need you.”‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered in the halls of his mind and willed Bena to hear the words. ‘I am broken. I have nothing left to give.’He could not answer his beloved’s call. He. They performed various erotic dances from around the world. I knew the first troop were all over fourteen, so if one had caught my eye, I could have had her on one of the trestle tables. I enjoyed the art of the dances, but none of the dancers stirred my blood.A new troop appeared. The pink ribbon on their costumes proclaimed them as under-age. I knew one of the dancers was thirteen because I had been following her since she was identified as an early bloomer at age nine. Her skills in dance,. It was all so primal, caveman, me suddenly naked, essentially a cave woman in a limestone hole miles and miles away from civilization. We stained some of the leather, causing Blake to laugh and state, ‘Good thing that our love juices are mostly on the edge, I can still turn this into a dress, but for a much shorter girl.’ The second time was just before lunch. I hadn’t even bothered to put my clothes back on. I was going over Blake’s record books. We were talking inanities, I was trying to.