Fatima churned the phallus in his ass to get his attention and he looked back over his shoulder."I must turn you over," Fatima told softly."Are you go...ng to take that thing out?" No. Hashma wishes to leave it in."He looked back up at Hashma. She nodded. He shrugged and carefully rolled on his back as Fatima held the phallus, to prevent it from falling out. Hashma quickly scooted down the bed beside him, where Fatima kneeled between his spread legs.Fatima placed two fingers into Hashma's pretty. When she came to, she looked at the sun and decided she must have been asleepfor about two hours. Her catch was still unconscious, so she paused for a bitto admire it. All six had impossibly handsome faces. The girls were full-breasted,full-hipped; the boys well-built without being muscle-bound. The human halfof each mer had pale, nearly white skin–except in the genital region,where the complexion turned distinctly rosy. The organs of generation werehairless. Each girl had a gentle swelling,. She was slight compared to Becky and Juliette. I was effectively wielding a wooden bat, and I didn’t want to knock her into next week. My first swat was something of an exploratory swing to test my strength.-BLAP-There was silence.Uncomfortable, awkward silence.“Count, please,” I reminded Stacy. Juliette was observing now that Becky was locked into the belt. Becky herself was testing whether she could shimmy out of the thing and trying to adjust it so that it didn’t pinch her lady bits.“Oh, did. I would make every effort to impress them and beg them to acceptme as theirs. I wanted what they offered. I wanted to feel so arousedand sexy as they made me all the time.I checked my emails and sent some replies to the most important ones. Iwas going to call my office. Then I remembered how my voice sounded anddecided to send an email instead. I wrote that I had a throat infectionand couldn't speak and would need to use my last 2 sick days and a fewvacation days as well. It was a slow time of.