." Alarm had crept into his voice."I just figured you should have some idea what you're protesting." She turned on the music. It wasn't as loud as the...speakers in the club, but it carried well enough. She whirled back to face the crowd and began a striptease.Her dancing, and the whole persona she projected was... not exactly innocent, but not malicious. Playful is perhaps the best term. She was saying, with her smile, her body, "Isn't this fun? Don't you want to join in?" It was also, in the. “Do you have anything large to shove in your cunt? Like a beer bottle.”By then I was gasping in delight as my toy buzzed against my clit. Now this was intriguing, I’ve used large vegetables in my pussy, and a ten by three inch toy, but never a bottle. It turned me on, that was something I was going to try, right now. “Give me a minute Dave; I’m going to go find a bottle.”Thinking there was a beer bottle in the kitchen I could use, I headed that way. To my dismay, they had already been taken out. It was a lot quicker than she expected to come to the conclusion that King Richard’s return was too risky to depend on and that immediate action needed to be taken with regard to curtailing the activities of the usurper King John and his mercenary evil-doers sucking the lifeblood from the common folk and eliminating the well-intentioned Barons of the Kingdom. She exited the convent refreshed mentally and spiritually from her source of ancient learnings ready to proclaim her new outlook the. . it gets released in strings. My thighs are smothered in the warm white substance as well. My chest starts sweating and I get a sticky feeling on my tits. That was David's semen from a few hours before. It makes my chest oily and more pliable to eat. My tongue dips into the deep cleavage of my dirty pillows and cleans it, it tastes just as wonderful and creamy as I remember. "Are you okay in there?" asks Cara. She walks over to my stall. "Erm.. yes." I manage to squeak that much out. I am.