“Hmm, this should be interesting,” I mouthed to myself, stroking my rampant cock slightly harder in anticipation of Jules’s next act. Disappoint...d I was not. Jules sat forward and leaned over the throbbing form of her friend, carefully arranging for the champagne bottle to effortlessly slip into the cunt lips of the woman, with a slight jangle from the labial rings as the bottle scraped past them. ”My turn now,” I heard Jules say, as she firmly inserted the bottle into the cunt of her faceless. He rotated his shoulders, stretching the muscles in his back absently. Still eyeing the wall distrustfully, half certain his Gate spell would flare into existence once more, he grabbed the discarded shovel beside him, and stood, the shovel thrust in front of him. He looked at the shovel, then around the room. He looked at the shovel and again looked around the room, his eyes always returning to the wall he’d Gated through. Finally, he bent and settled the small shovel against the wall. He had. I get to about a foot away from the door when you grab my hair and stop me from leaving.I feel my body fall backwards with the strength of your pull and you slam the door shut in front of me while I back up to the wall, cowering on the floor like a scared little bunny. You walk towards me slowly, a small smirk on your face, your deep eyes penetrating mine. You love the fear, I can tell. I want to back away from you but the wall behind me is preventing me from going anywhere ... Thoughts race. "She lifted my head so we were looking at each other. I could see tears in her eyes, but a smile full of tenderness. "The first time was for you Clyde, not me. I think I might be falling a little in love with you and wanted you to know it."People don't usually have great sex the first time. It's like programming. You didn't write a bug-free program the first time, but as you did more and more you got better and better. That's what sex is going to be like for us; the more we try, the better it.