He dug, probed, and prodded at his leisure. Sometimes the pain came fresh and intense from his attention. But she knew that this was a major part of h...r penance and she was glad to pay it. Carla realized she had wronged Gary and wished to atone for her indiscretions in any manner required of her. Enduring the continuous discomfort of her sore and aching vulva and rectum, Carla began her tale of a kinky evening spent with strangers, paying penance, as her talented fingers busied themselves at. "Good boy," John said, sounding pleased. "Well, since you're being so good, how about you decide? I must tell you, all of these will happen to you, and more. I'm going to stretch your ass and your piss slit and your nipples. I'm going to torture your balls. It's just a question of what order. So, which do you think? I'll give you the options again, and you can nod at which one you'd like to start with. And if you don't pick, I'm going to start whipping your balls until you pass out, you. Within a weeks time I had introduced them and felt confident the wheels of potential a three-way lust fest were adequately in motion. One night after dinner at Balthazar, I persuaded the tow girls to go for a walk. I purposefully lead us over to Hudson Street and we were suddenly sanding right in front of Henrietta Hudson, a known lesbian hangout. Inside, the place was packed with some of the best-looking women I’d ever seen. But I really was more concerned with keeping Lisa and Maria’s. I had claimed possession of it from Carsina as we entered the easternmost lands. The hammer pulsed more and more. It trembled, growing closer and closer to where it yearned to be. It was created to work the Altar of Souls, to forge powerful artifacts at the hands of the God of Crafts.And now it was in my hands. At night, I slept with it cradled to my breasts. It filled my dreams with strange images of the muscular god working, crafting all the artifacts of the gods: Grimsilence, the Tourmaline.