So, an embarrassing ailment of some kind. God, I hope he didn’t come for an erectile dysfunction cure. “Roll up your sleeves, take off your boots, splay gangbang your hands, spread your legs, lift up your shirt, and spin around three times,” I replied, “then show me your gold.” The young man did as requested; taking off his boots, lifting up his shirt and tucking it beneath his chin, rolling up his sleeves, gay and then splaying college his hands, spreading his legs, and spinning slowly around three times. I took an indulgent moment to admire the toned muscle of his abdomen, and the veins in his forearms, and then told him he could stop. I told him to turn out his pockets, and he did, relinquishing the pouch of gold he had, as well as fishing hooks, twine and some lint. I gave him another studious once-over, checking the loose spots in his clothing for signs of a weapon, before I finally opened the door. “Come in,” I said with what I hoped was a welcoming smile, and student not the seductive smirk I naturally wore, “but leave your boots outside; I don’t want you to track dirt in.” I walked over to my desk, trying my damndest to keep my gait from turning into a sultry strut, and then sat down behind it, and gestured for the young man to take a seat across from me. He sat awkwardly, twiddling his thumbs, and I pulled out my notebook and quill. “So, what ails you?” I asked, trying to keep my face passive, trying not to leer at the young man, “How can I help?” “I’m not sick,” the young man said, entwining his fingers nervously, “I have a… I have a spiritual problem.” “I’m not a therapist,” I replied, “I suggest you take your spiritual problem up with the town priest.” “It’s not like that,” the man said, “I mean, I have a spirit following me.” “Mm-hmm,” I nodded, making a note on the paper, “paranoid schizophrenia. There’s no cure, but I do have herbs that can dull the hallucinations.” The young man stared at me for a moment, and then cocked his head, as though he were listening to something. He nodded to his imaginary friend, and I made another note on my paper. “You’re not writing my symptoms on that paper,” the man said, “you’re drawing me, with my shirt off, and a very generous bulge in my pants.” I started straight upright in my chair, and then slammed my notebook on the table, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. I was about to say something to explain myself, but the man cut me off. “You have three bottles of five-hundred-year old wine, a closet full of lingerie, and a hidden door in your back room,” the man said, staring levelly at me, cocking his head as he listened, “and behind the hidden door, is-” “Stop!” I screamed, feeling my heart race, “Don’t you say another fucking word!” “…your daughter,” the young man finished, “combing her hair and looking out of a one-way window.” I stared at the man in disbelief as I subtly reached beneath the desk and grasped the stock of the crossbow riveted to the bottom of the tabletop. “I bet you can see this, too.” I whispered, aiming the bolt at the man’s crotch. “I can’t see anything,” the man said, “it’s my sister who scouted the place while you searched me.” “Where is she?!” I hissed, “Is she with my daughter?!” She hated the flashbacks and the powerful memories of the things that had been done gay to her. I started to shudder and my hole started to contract and relax around his straight fat hard shaft and ropes of cum shot out of my cock and were spraying up across his belly and onto his chest, neck and face. I like to think that girls would struggle to handle it, and based on what happened next, I was right. “Friends today, enemies tomorrow,” I laugh. I laughed. His voice boomed over the sounds of ripping wind, it seethed with rage as he chanted a desperate incantation. Why she'd burst into my bedroom. He I had him firmly impaled by an inch or college so, I put both my hands on the sides of his abdomen. Deb felt the rod as it scraped down her stomach and the platform rose. Jennifer $125,000 “You stopped going to karate to avoid talking to me. The last time you texted me in who knows how long was because you needed me to be your chauffeur. Elunaraa stepped off the path, her hooves sinking into the soft ground of Zangarmarsh. “You got such a tight cunt,” he groaned. He opened the sliding door, stepping out to get them towels. She did and he rubbed the swollen head of his dick around her chin and cheeks, slowly up to her lipsticked mouth and roughly shoved his cock all the way in. She ties her bottoms, trapping his semen in her bush, and student covering her breasts with her bikini. Alice whimpered and tried to move but Brent ordered her to stay in a deep growl. Tasty but with a weird after taste. She remembered asking him to talk dirty but when the words came out of his mouth, she gasped and blushed deeply. He was so much different than her. Gingerly, I shook it. I pumped my cock hard and fast into Janice's asshole, pressing her atop her writhing mother. When Leo took the coat off and saw the marks from the whipping and the dart marks on her arse he asked how she was treated, she told him being used as a target was like having pins put in gangbang her arse but after the first few it was not bad, the worst thing was the whipping he told her he would not let Jack have her again. “That’s what I like to see!