While it wasn’t linked to Lace’s mismatching control bracelet, it was a necessity to avoid the other humans in the caravan from turning against her. They could understand and even accept an Orc slave as the caravans bodyguard, but a free Orc would be an entirely different matter. She stepped up beside Lace and her frown grew deeper. In the distance between increasingly sparse trees where the night before there had been nought but a dense fog bank appeared the city of Thaefar, recognisable for its sprawling size, diverse architecture and, to the shock of the silent onlookers, for the trails of wispy black smoke rising high from the city, seemingly the result of several burned out fires. “What now?” Zu’gar asked quietly, so only Lace could hear. Lace let out a low sigh and thought for a moment, resting her fists on the broad curve of her hips, “Well… If anything, there will only be more work for me I guess? Let’s just be careful, okay?” Zu’gar nodded some but felt an empty pit settle in her stomach as the caravan continued on the last leg of their journey. She had spent her entire life in the wilderness, save for her memory blurred time in the slavers pit and one night of passion in an Inn with Lace. Cities understandably made her nervous, especially ones with, she assumed, feuding humans. The caravan advanced cautiously, uncertain of what awaited it at the gates of Thaefar but too low on supplies and flush with goods to consider circumventing the city altogether or turning back. Zu’gar, who would often run off to scout, hunt or workout stayed especially close by to their caravan, always remaining doggystyle aware of where Lace was as they travelled, though she spent most of the last leg inside, bathing and applying her warpaint. As they drew closer and the mood in the caravan became increasing grim Lace asked that Zu’gar pack their belongings, a small job that she didn’t mind, but one which helped to reinforce the lie of her collar to the others among their group. As the caravan approached the sparse buildings around the city gates Lace quietly settled her remaining business with the Caravan Master and called to Zu’gar, hopping down to walk beside anal the powerful Orcess, all of Lace’s and Zu’gar’s belongings thrown together in a heavy bag, its strap slung over Zu’gar’s shoulder then down between her breasts, helping to define and shape them, making them stand out all the more obvious on her chest. “Stay close, at least until we know what’s going on…” Lace said softly and Zu’gar furrowed her brows a little as she had never seen Lace in any way doubtful, even when she had been confronted with Zu’gar’s sudden Hardcore and surprise freedom. Alongside the Caravan Master and with Zu’gar close in tow, Lace approached the open gates and was quickly spotted by a pair of what she assumed were guards. A man tall and broad-chested approached, wearing a breastplate and helm displaying the colours of the city, flanked, bizarrely, by a tall slender lizardman in no such uniform, his slit eyes focusing in on Lace. She noticed, however, that they both shared a green band tied in a ribbon about their left arm. A militia or con guard of sorts, Lace wondered. “Stop where you are slaver.” The lizardman hissed in his strange fluidic accent, the point of his spear lowering, an action his human companion mimicked, though he eyed his comrade uncertainty. Lace parted her lips to speak but Zu’gar took a step forward, placing herself between the lowered spear point and Lace, Brunette her own fierce blowjob eyes focused and instantly angry. “Let’s take a listen to those lungs, shall we?” He then put his left hand across Brunette her body, resting it on her right shoulder while blowjob placing the stethoscope on her open back even with her lungs. I just wrapped myself in the covers, I would think of something tomorrow. The holo 3D image froze as I looked over to doggystyle my personal sim who was stood to my left. Uh… are we through, or do you still have a little more left for me?” I mean Yes, Sir! I think a few of the friends I've made so far, that are girls, think I'm either gay, just disinterested in them, or that I actually enjoy just being in the 'friend's zone'. Vickie drank her morning coffee and Hardcore lounged around the bungalow in her thin nightgown. Emma grunted as I plunged deeper and deeper. It was my turn to moan. The black dots of the deer herd we’d spotted earlier were gone. “You ready to go home now?” No fucking way, I was ready to stay the night and fuck my sister a dozen times. John was having two different sensations on two different legs. She anal looked straight up at the sky and screamed as hard as she could. I was just getting close to an orgasm when a man pulled me off the girl saying “You can stop now, you’ve won.” It took me a few seconds to realise that my shins had been holding down the girl’s shoulders and the ‘referee’ had counted her out. My family now thinks I am just a crazy slut that accused her own uncle of rape. She reacted with a loud “OH!” Over and over 4-5 times I pulled back and pounded my hard cock hard into her pussy. Now … you’ve been putting in some long hours.” It was green and segmented, almost looking like a caterpillar, with a hooked tail. Where Sandra truly was a Swedish beauty, with long blonde hair, fair features and a striking body, Eric embodied no external characteristics which I would deem attractive. Maria caressed the top and Lil scrubbed the bottom portion of my lips. "Speak for yourself," Lisa piped in, "I'm not a lesbian." “Daddy!” I heard from the front of the vehicle as I quickly came back to reality, “is everything OK back there?” "night-night and no more beer!" "How can I help you today?" She hadn’t noticed that her tongue had glued itself to the roof of her mouth until she tugged it away making an audible click as she did so.