She had been dreaming. Naked, her body glowed with a faint pink and blue bioluminescence, the water running past her with clouds of misty tendrils in its wake. She remembered she had frozen. She remembered the Joy of Just-Ice just out of her grasp. Where was she? Oh. Right. She was inside the ball itself, looking out. She closed her eyes and breathed out. Breathed in. And out. In and out. When she next opened them she wasn’t alone. Gazing down over her was… a person? A face? It was hard to make out. “Wake up sleepyhead!” A high pitched voice echoed around her. She sat up on her blowjob elbows and lowed around. The figure darted away, perhaps on wings. She still couldn’t quite make it out. “Who are you?” She wasn’t sure if she was speaking, but the words appeared in her mind. “A friend, I guess. I really enjoyed our time together!” She was talking to the spirit of ice which inhabited the artefact itself. “I like you. I think you like me too. Will you take care of me from now on?” “Yes.” She felt herself saying. “I will.” The figure danced in the air above her. “Oh! They have been taking excellent care of you, and we will all be very upset if you try to be a hero and re-injure yourself. She reached up to grab them and noticed their heavyweight. “People are going to notice us, Master,” yowled my first sex slave, the lamia scampering before me. “Are you good to go?” I asked her. She turned her head to face me and our mouths locked passionately. Becky was showing the world that sex and love didn't have to be intertwined. What should I wear? I was always offered the top of the line of everything. There was a guy just behind me, whose body was brushing behind my back. As I stripped I realised that my nipples were rock hard and tingling. She was wearing that skintight black dress she had conjured the first time I had met her, when I had inadvertently walked in on her naked. In two short hours, I had forgotten how much larger she was than my colon seemed to have space for. The fridge in his kitchen creaked open. It was a vibrator, one of those ones which had a straight handle with a big sphere at the end of it intended for stimulating the clitoris. “Let me get this straight. Man you can be the weirdest mother fucker. One on the right hand side and the other on the left. blowjob “We have to stop,” he said knowing that they had broken the shelves in the fridge. It also looked flaccid. The incestuous taste of his seed burned across my face. She was sucking me in, massaging my dick with her interior like she was trying to shape modeling clay. She glanced at my sisters. The mountain-top plane crash that had left her and Alice stranded in a cave had only been a year ago. Grace was taller for her age. And today, I would enjoy my brother's dick. For those saying this is cruel or degrading, if I were to go easy on her, she would just get pissed off. I'm cumming in the parking lot! She lifted herself up, to almost rip my shirt off me, then her own top was off over her head. I certainly hope you..."