I will, therefore - to cut a long story short - tell you only about the interesting bits.The most interesting bit about that Tuesday morning was Linda...Shoesmith, a tall, dark-haired, very attractive and amazingly well-developed woman of about twenty-three or four. Her husband, or I guess I should say, partner, worked in the city, at an insurance office or something. Linda was bored, broad-minded and perpetually horny, as I discovered within thirty seconds of dumping my toolcase and the carton. Within a couple of minutes, I watched a one-eyed pants mouse begin to peek at me. It was a lovely, slender, almost alabaster white member. Clearly, he was young. The flesh was smooth - no folds or creases. I proceeded to reciprocate, even though he had said a return cock suck was not necessary. Slipping my tongue tip into his cock slit caused him to jerk back a bit. He thrust forward again, and I began giving him the "Silken Swirl." His cock grew even larger, and I detected precum oozing a bit. Presumably Danatha and Ok'roth had counted on the sisters being knockedout for much longer so that they could put them in stronger bonds that acouple of ropes."But that's not going to happen now," Orina mumbled, and sprung to herfeet.Just as the orc finished, ejaculating with volcanic force inside hislithe elven partner, the two sisters jumped to their feet and rushed atthe bed. Orina grabbed Danatha and tugged her off Ok'roth's manhood,letting a flood of seed spill out over all of them and. I can picture exactly where I was walking. Deep under the bridge, by the streetlights, and it was raining. The pavement was glossy, and a car stopped, blinding me in its lights. Blue Vauxhall. My cunt twitched as he wound down his window, but I kept walking because in my mind I wasn’t actually a hooker, I was just a fantasy. I hadn’t done anything wrong. I was playing a game, and of course if anybody asked me to get in the car with them, I’d say no. If I kept on walking, nobody could accuse me.