Meeting the eyes of the god floating in the space inside the moment out of time, McAllister slowly removed the ivory baton tied to his breast with the...small laces. McAllister tore his eyes away from the god, then, and met the shocked eyes of the figure in the baton. The drawing of the room the figure occupied was a perfect rendition, minus a few details, of the room before McAllister."Why didn't you say anything?" McAllister asked it, silently."I didn't know," it, he, Shan Hu's likeness,. Henrietta came out a few minutes later, naked.Kimba said, "I don't know what to do? The wig is glued, and the make up is tattooed."Dianna was now in heels, and sailor dress, white and blue, and short skirt. Looking benign and slutty. Her hair was curled.Chantal laughed a bit, croaking... it had been a near thing. "Why is she standing on her toes, why is her butt clenching?" My tummy hurts," said Henrietta. "I can't lower my heels! My pussy is empty. I am sorry." "Key H. Rist!" Chantal said.. Horny and scared, I tiptoed towards the tenting sheet. I sat on the bed and grabbed hold. Beneath the silky cloth I felt what could only be the pulsing delight of a massive thobber, which was too big to fit my whole fist around. I got goosebumps and my heart skipped a beat. I did what was natural and started to tug. I felt myself get hard and heard a low, scratchy moan like it was whispering in my ear. I started to jerk faster when the ghost vanished. What had just happened? Tired, disoriented,. His other hand carefully supported her shoulders to stop the drop of her lower body yanking them too hard. "Is that all a bit much, little lady?" Mmmhhmm." She moaned as his hand caressed her lower back. Then his hand came down hard on her ass, the sting following the echoing crack of skin on skin. Her moan became a cry and was rapidly followed by several blows, each one on a different spot. He admired his work, his hand wandering down to the crease of her ass, then down the inside of her.