I was naked, seated demurely upon the stool with stiff royal posture. Before me was a body-length mirror, its frame wrought-iron and imposing, its glass reflecting my blue sperm eyes, blonde hair, soft features and perfect curves. Blackness was all around me, amorphous shadows tickling my periphery, but I was not afraid. I felt… right. I’m dreaming. I thought. You are, a familiar voice answered, but the mind and reality are not separate. For thoughts bring pain and pleasure as assuredly as the touch of another. There was a face behind me in the reflection. It was beautiful, angular and fierce, canvased with bronze flesh, maned with black hair, and adorned with blazing orange eyes. It seemed familiar, but I did not know why. Orange cum eyes? An elf with dark skin and black hair? Where had I heard of such a thing? I felt the press of her body against mine, and my mind went numb. Her flesh was supple and warm, her breasts pillowing softly against my shoulder-blades, her belly radiating into my back. My stiff posture failed, and I succumbed to the lassitude her touch compelled, falling into her with a soft cry. She laughed sweetly, threateningly, a sound that leaked into my ear and melted into my consciousness. Desire swelled with in me, hot and desperate. I mewled for her, shifting my hips in a whorish dance upon the stool, looking up at my molester with big, begging eyes. Please! I thought. What do you want, Yavara? The woman smiled, amusement Suck sparkling in her eyes. You. I hissed, arching my back to present my body, hope brimming from my face. Me? The woman laughed. I was no longer seated upon the stool, but in her lap upon a great black throne. The mirror before us revealed my vulnerable perch; my thicker legs straddled about her slender ones, my back resting upon her torso, my head lying placidly upon her shoulder. I became aware that I was cum swallow exposing myself to her, and the sight of my blushing wet womanhood caused an odd surge of shame to subdue my desire. I closed my japan legs. Noble women do not sit with open legs; it’s improper. I thought you wanted me? The woman whispered teasingly in my ear. “Why were you going to follow Master to his room?” Lola asked. Ben put his envelope down and the two of us pawed over him. I went to Jay’s one evening Suck and his plump sister Dawn was there, she didn’t have an hour glass figure or massive tits and her hair always looked like it needed washing, l have to say she wasn’t the brightest person in fact l would say she was slow. No, my dear, he has the biggest part, I do many things that help him in the background. I winced at the pink smeared across my upper lip. It wasn’t my girlfriend. Clan warriors were notoriously superstitious. I didn’t brag about my exploits either so maybe that is why the others irritated me so much. Instinctively I moved my feet further apart and leant forwards a bit. But now I saw concern. Cara had known for a couple of sperm years that she was a favored target to be forced into The Rape Run, and she had spent a considerable amount of her fortune on bodyguards. No sweat Gail I’ll watch them until you get home it’s only lunch after all”. Again, she racked the balls for the next game as Tim went for more beer and Dave headed for the bathroom. To give this heavenly creature some sort of relief. This was a real sight. Her father’s noise drew nearer to within inches of Maddi’s wet pussy and her japan puckered little asshole. It’s primal, all men do it.” Jenna continued. She closed the door but remained standing and screamed, “Damn it, Brad…I specifically asked you cum swallow not to tell anyone I was your Sister and I told you I didn’t want any special favors and…” I promised him the first piss so ass he caressed me up and down I crossed my legs and let my stream go. You just promised to not pull any strings for me. I want to make it on cum my own.