"I like playing pool." Kristen did, too, until she played against Camille." Oh?" Camille is a pool hustler that won thousands of my hard earned dollar..., as well as my virtue." Hard earned?" I asked. "Virtue?"Kristen ignored my questions. "I'll have you know that he had his way with a virginal cheerleader on that very table not too long ago!" Virginal cheerleader? Isn't that an oxymoron?" Marla asked.I laughed. "Actually, she was. She still is." Huh? Kristen was kidding, right?" Kristen was. Crying, covered in mud and blood, the young girl ran through the rainforest. She had been running all night, having escaped from a quarry where she and her fellow slaves were collecting stone to build Dominion’s monuments. She was small, only eight years old. It was why she was able to get away when the spawn were distracted by a fight between the slaves and the guards.Freedom, the other slaves always spoke about it at night, how wonderful it would be to escape Dominion’s tyranny. No more. ” She watched his mouth as he spoke and saw her juices upon them. She smiled up at him. She lowered her eyes to look at the length of hard flesh protruding upwards from his loins. She slipped down from the trunk, and extended her hand to wrap her fingers slowly around it, and squeeze firmly. “Now my turn I think.” She slowly pulled down, exposing his tip. Up, then down. She bent, her tongue slipped out between her lips. Up then down she stroked before she gently licked the very tip of her. She suggested that they take the donkey up to Ace's corral and there attempt to lure the stallion into the same performance they had coaxed from Jackson! Eileen felt her clitoris give a sudden, warning throb when she visualized Ace's enormous prick. She suspected the stallion's tool was larger in diameter than the donkey's and said so. Doreen assured her that they would be able to take even that massive rod without danger to themselves. Eileen allowed her caution to be overwhelmed by the lusty.