“Hey Adrianna.” Soraya yawned, strutting out from one of the basin alcoves. There were bruises on her knees, handprints all over her breasts and backside, and scratch marks running along her spine. She wore them like battle scars, and smirked crookedly as she made her way to the towel rack. Brianna stumbled into the washroom, took two uneasy steps, then rushed to the sink, and puked. “I’m fine!” She insisted, “I just had some bad… why I am bothering to lie to you anymore? I did too much coke last night, and tried to counteract it with too much alcohol.” She heaved, splattering the sink, “It didn’t work.” My first instinct was to reprimand her, but I stayed that echo of Adarian before he made a fool of me. When I thought about it, I didn’t even know if narcotics were illegal in Alkandra. Was anything illegal in Alkandra? Not currently, no. Not until I decided it was. I turned away from the woman puking in the sink, and pondered that thought. What ethos would we base Alkandran law upon? Certainly not the Highland doctrine I’d followed nearly all my life, but it also couldn’t be the brutal tribal laws. It was something Yavara should’ve already set in place, but Yavara was hundreds of miles away. “Oh Sor-ay-a,” Eva’s voice sung as she entered the room. Soraya turned around, clapped her hands over her mouth, and squealed delightedly. Eva was dressed in leather ranger armor, though she’d tailored it for less militaristic endeavors. The buxom corset and chaps looked like something I’d find in an Ardeni brothel, and she was naked from navel young to thigh, only a thin belt strung atop her bulging glutes to hold a short leather scabbard before her crotch. She caught my eye, and winked. Did I blush? A little, maybe. “Oh my god, Domina!” Soraya exclaimed, examining her paramour’s outfit, “It’s beautiful!” “I thought you’d like it.” Eva chuckled, the sound exuding from her with a menace that hadn’t been there before. Did I feel tingle between my legs? Perhaps. Brianna looked up at the newly-minted dominatrix, then barfed into the sink. Eva smirked with black-sheened lips, “I see that you and Kiera got along handsomely.” “Did you get something for me?” Soraya asked her lover, “You know, the…” “…right here.” Eva grinned, proffering a collar and leash. Soraya clapped giddily, then turned around, and presented her neck for Eva. Without even a hint of shame, she was collared and leashed before the rest of us. In fact, teen there was a measure of pride to her face when she touched the nameplate that hung before the hollow of her throat. The image roused a memory I had of April, who on special old occasions, would let me treat her like the dog she (literally) was. I awaited mature the pain that memory would bring, but it didn’t come. All I felt in that moment, was a strange curiosity for how it might feel to be on the end of that leash. “And where are you MILF taking your doggie?” Kiera asked as she entered the washroom, looking nearly as green as Brianna. My voice was quiet, almost squeaky, as though I had never spoken before. I can feel the hot desert breeze on my dampness. Fully stocked bars and kitchens. “Not yet, I want to make sure it’s all in there.” Howard commented, “I want to make sure you get pregnant.” Her hair still up in the onion shaped bun. Most of them came in her very quickly. They went to Tina's cage. "David, for you, I'll do most anything. Bea asked her father who looked very much in need of a break. As they went outside to play since there was a small garden area to play it meant that we could relax and not worry too much. “It’s not like you weren’t ogling all of us when you walked in.” In the lower right corner, it said; WARNING, DO NOT START ON HIGHEST SETTING. As I stepped out of the shower Mark was shaving. She dusted herself down and waited to face who ever had come to see her. “What about it?” MILF Jennifer asked in return. Bubbly and sweet enough to be unsuspecting, while cold old and cruel enough to kill a dozen men in close combat. I drove home. When the tub was full, her turned off the water. The last friend I met was Taylor, another sweet girl about Tina’s size, darker hair, but with the same subtle curves and firm tits. I dropped to my knees, cock in hand, my mom spreading her legs as wild as they could go, man is she limber. I could see some of his fingers going in and out of mum’s cunny making a loud squelching noise. I’m not afraid of that big cock of yours in my butthole! Brilliant, sparkling stars whipped across my vision young as she threw them at me from her wagging tail. “I get that, but... Some people are hesitant but the closer students follow his commands so the rest approach after a few seconds. It was Mathilda, a young servant girl and one of the new courtiers. Then she let out a gasp of delight. At the end of the workout, the head athletic trainer came to me, Patty was her name. This girl was going to cause him to pop his load right here and now. “Kaylie, these are impossible. She took the flight to Goa. If the lessons stuck, mature we could put that chapter behind us It didn't help that he was being distracted by the two jugs underneath it. But you know what your mommy did, your mommy teen used her magic. He was starting to relax a bit and his excitement was beginning to show. It’s almost 7, Fred will be here any minute. "I've only been gone a minute," Mills responded sarcastically.