Its tip gleaming with lube. I walked behind her and shoved it up her asshole. Again she whimpered behind the gag. I attached the bag to the rope holdi...g her hands and let the water flow. Now she cried behind that gag, feeling the pressure build inside her bowels. When the bag had emptied, I pulled out the nozzel. I removed the ball gag and moved to a chair about six feet behind her. My cock had been rock solid since the beginning of the fun and so I released it and began working it with long. The water user screamed and tried to flash out but was caught by 1000 or more of the shards as they shredded part of his chest, and the rest of the right side of his body. The ice wielder just smiled as he absorbed the ice that flew at him. So this was no wimp they had sent an actual mage not a fake like the last one he’d nearly killed. Good it would be actually be a challenge! Flashing out before Alan had a clear line of sight on him, Alan cursed when he saw that the last one had gotten. There was a small, barely audible moan and I froze, unsure whether to take this rather ambiguous sound as that of pleasure or discomfort… eventually, however, she settled back down into her sleep and I relaxed. Finally, I undid her top-most buttons, pulled her bra downwards, and, trying not to look too much (I was saving her breasts for later and was very aware that time was running out) applied a drop to each. Disposing of the bottle, I watched the result of my handiwork. At first nothing. Tillie smiled to herself with this thought however her assumption was entirely correct. ‘That’s a really pretty dress you’re wearing today Tillie, is it new?’ Larry asked. ‘Larry, when are you ever going to remember that you’ve complimented me on this dress a hundred times before?’ When Tillie asked this question, as she always did, it was a question you didn’t answer. It was a question to be asked another time on another day. Tillie’s manner of dress varied little. In the summer she wore a.
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