What changed?” “I lost the taste for them.” Lucilla grimaced, realizing I’d caught her lie. She put her hand on my shoulder and guided me to stop, letting Freydis walk out of earshot. “What is it?” I whispered, “Why does everyone seem to recognize Freydis?” “It looks like Flora was right about Freydis’s daughter,” Lucilla whispered back, “she didn’t find The Earth Former.” “What do you mean?” I asked. Lucilla looked over her shoulder, seeing that Freydis had stopped, and was waiting for us with her hands resting impatiently on her hips. “The reason everyone thinks Freydis is this ‘Angel’ person,” Lucilla whispered, “is because there’s a Valkyrie in Drastin who goes by the name of ‘Angel.’ Do you know about The Pit?” “Yes.” I replied, shuddering silently at the thought of that sinful place. I would be giving the infamous arena a wide berth once we got to Drastin. “Well, this Angel is supposed to be the next big thing,” Lucilla said, “I Fucking mean, she was on every page of that tabloid. What she’s gay wearing, what she’s eating, who she’s fucking…” “Who she’s fu… having sex with?” I anal hissed, “Valkyries don’t sleep around!” “Well, this one does,” Lucilla grinned, “not only does this ‘Angel’ fight in The Pit, but she performs daily sex acts in a brothel, and not the vanilla kind. Oh, amateur goddamn it; you just have to see.” Lucilla looked over her shoulder and called to the frustrated Valkyrie, “Freydis, hold up a second, Ok?” Lucilla rushed over to the newspaper booth and procured another copy, before excitedly running back over masturbation to me. The audacity Lucilla had to pretend she didn’t care about celebrity gossip was laughable; she lived for it. “How long have you been waiting here?” “So what can I do for you?” He asked feeling altogether out of place in the situation. Her mouth was a cruel, thin line that did not smile for any reason. In her mind Aaron could clearly see the desire she had. She kissed my cheek. He caught a glimpse of her through the crowd of students. "Come on, ham sandwiches, chips and whatever you want to drink, I'm having Stella Artois, my favorite beer, can I get you girls one or would you rather have Cokes or iced tea?" I pulled the fleshlinght off his throbbing erection and gripped it with my hand. Normally, going over someone’s personal notes, even their trashed ones, would seem kind of rude, but I couldn’t resist. I’m supposed to give you the five-cent tour to meet everyone. He picked up the amateur cooler and raised it up. Ironically, Allie was waiting for me to get home. April. He watched her blissfully, reclining with his arms behind his head and his dick itching to get hard again with each bounce of her tits and swing of her hips. Her doll-like face was flushed, her eyes wide, her mouth gaping, her head titled back as her spine arched beneath her, its curve increasing with every masturbation thrust I dealt. I held her up against the filing cabinet as I could feel my cum and her juices drain from her pussy, down over my balls and drip to the Fucking floor at my feet. I watched as the women from the lounge walked slowly around the girls, prodding them and feeling places they shouldn't, getting them to bend and open their private parts, , allowing the women to insert fingers into them , feeling their breasts,and pinching them on the nipples, before nodding approval and returning to there seats. Tegan let out a desperate panting moan as she was overwhelmed, not sure whether she gay was feeling pleasure or pain as they steadily ramped up the speed. “Suck my cock,” he smiles, “while I suck your man’s cock. Don’t talk to me… Ever!” Every anal time a batch of girls came in, we could take them through the same process. “Tina, please kiss Paula and keep kissing her while I fuck her. In the other world, those two girls loved being my slut. “Um, David, did you just tell me that your home has 31 bathrooms?” Kitty asks me. She would gulp it down. Logan broke the silence with a second groan.