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Will he kill me, or just send me away? “It looks like your experiments so far have been very… extensive,” I replied, flipping through the lingerie pages and taking mental notes on some of the acts for later experimentation of my own, “I’m afraid I don’t have any insight I can provide. I just don’t have the experience.” “Well,” Father said, still shuffling through his notes, “then go down there and get the experience.” “What?!” I nearly screamed. “Go down there,” Father smiled as he pulled the ledger from my hands, “and get the experience you feel you need.” The way he smiled was almost paternal, but not quite. It was the kind of smile someone gives you when they’re disguising an order as a request. It was not the kind of smile I could refuse. Tevalia’s head was on a spike because she didn’t recognize the danger in that smile. “I…” I said, swallowing, not believing what I was about to do, “I’ll do it.” “Wonderful!” Father said, the danger leaving his smile, “When you’re done with that, you can leave for today; I suspect Fucking you’ll mature be of little use to me afterward.” Father turned away, looking through his notes, trying to find the reason nothing was working. Because it was a lie by an old man, you insane fool! I wanted to scream, but I didn’t. Instead, I turned from him, and walked down the steps, into the debauchery below. I stared blankly at the scene before me, with no idea where to start. Do I just… jump in? I thought, Or do I pick some orcs from a lineup? How much control do I have? God, those things are huge; how do those women get them to fit?! “Hey,” A female voice said from behind me, “we’re out of wine over here, could you give us a refill?” I turned, and saw a group of beautiful, sixteen-year-old high elves chatting with a robust group of orcs at a table. They were all smoking, drinking and laughing, as if the hellish debauchery surrounding them were nothing but a picnic. And I supposed, for these girls it probably was. “I’m not a steward,” I said, more than a little intimidated by the women, whose nonchalant nakedness and easy smiles put my sexual confidence to shame, “I’m a princess.” “Nice to meet you, Your Grace,” the woman smiled and shook her empty glass, “now, could we get some more wine?” “I’m not here to serve you!” I said, lifting my chin with a touch of royal indignation, big ass “I’m here to… to…” I dropped my head and sighed, “can one of you tell me how this works? Father says I need experience.” “Oh, virgin blood!” the girl exclaimed happily. “I’m not a virgin.” I said. “Yeah, you are,” the woman smiled, punching out her cigarette and walking toward me, “I don’t care how many princelings or farm boys you’ve fucked, Princess, in here, you’re a virgin.” She strutted around me, assessing me. I felt like an idiot being the only girl wearing clothing, so I pulled off my lick habit, and kicked off my slippers. The girl touched me on the shoulder before I could take off my dress. “Leave that on,” she said, her voice a sultry fry, her eyes studying me, “I want to watch it get cumshot torn off you, piece by piece.” Her apartment was right straight ahead on the second floor. Sandy now had the use of her hands as there was now four lines around her. I think she wanted to come in. My brain was pretty much as dumb as it gets so I just nodded, mostly because I didn't have any other response. I quivered through my orgasmic rapture, such joy bursting inside of me. Despite the horrid amulet about my throat, my brother loved me. I gave credence to those who said that will was but an illusion, merely a byproduct of our brain. It was a gym type bench but made of concrete and I’d sat at one end of it instead of sitting the normal way. Why was I such a limp rag big ass in his presence? I mean it. My hands went up to squeeze her nipples while my tongue dived deep inside her sweet pussy. With a fucking ghost. “Randi, you're shaking.” The tip of her cock nudged into my belly. He certainly does…he knows exactly what he’s doing. Exactly at 2.15 I cut the cake and fed my mom and sister and they fed me cake saying happy birthday. I never got in her pants because Fucking I didn’t have any money at the time, but she had always been friendly enough. With my purpose for Jennifer completed (for now), I moved on to Diane. She used just the right amount of stimulation and just the right amount of pressure. “Before the loving gaze of Luben,” the pair intoned together, “God of Marriage and Fidelity, do you, Princess Ava of Kivoneth, swear to cherish, protect, and support Sven Falk, Kora Falk, Aingeal of Faerie, Zanyia, Demigoddess Ealaín, Greta, and Nathalie in times cumshot of plenty and sparse, in times of health and pestilence, in times of fortune and poverty, to hold your vow through life and beyond into death?” When her pussy got lingerie displayed on one of the monitors she said, She'd been lick going to the gym recently but still had some traces of curviness. It scarcely even hurt, her hymen had been long broken by countless tampons and the bodily stress of intense combat. “You’ve had your orgasm but I haven’t had mine. Though before they could even take a drink from their glasses Pleasure Slave 3613-A decided to start things out with a toast. You're such a silver fox, President Atterbury. His bushy eyebrows raised and he quickly grabbed for the fastening of her helmet, removing it quickly, revealing her flattened ash blonde hair. Even if her first stop would be to her boss, to let him cum on or in her. Their exploring extended the trip to the mountains by several hours. The four young students dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in shock. Ramu pressed out some milk from them for fun. She was wearing an expensive lingerie set. Please advise me of any further developments in this regard!” Karen didn't say anything but pushed her lips to mine. He gave a good hard push and roared like beast. I was being honest when I told him I thought his dick was beautiful. “He told me about how you were unable to do anything to help me when you found out that Sasha was demoting me an taking my pay away. She held up her hands to her chin and went "nyaa", while Lorraine recorded it with her phone. I then get another idea. The wetness becoming more and more with each mature second.