I thrashed against him, biting into his fingers until I drew blood, but he didn’t react. He opened the door and sat me on a chair, his hands still firmly subduing me. Prestira, Zander and Yavara walked in behind him, Prestira now wearing a silver cloak, oral Yavara wearing nothing but the anal leather boots she had on before. She regarded me with something akin to fear, and washed the filth from her body with a wet cloth as though to make herself presentable. “Elena, I’m going to make Brock let go of you. Can I trust you not to try to run away or attack my friends?” My eyes clouded to hear her speak my name. I nodded. Brock walked to the opposite side of the room and collapsed in a hunks heap. His eyes fluttered open, writhed around the sockets, then focused to stare threateningly into my own. “We should just kill her. If we Hardcore let her go, she’ll run to her masters and tell them of us. We can’t keep her as a prisoner in this city; a missing ranger will attract attention. I say we-” “Brock, shut the fuck up or leave the room!” Yavara shouted back at the orc. Brock’s jaw hung open for a second before closing obediently. The entire interaction bewildered me beyond comprehension. Why was Yavara ordering her captors? For that matter, why had Brock collapsed as though he were a puppet whose strings were cut? But all those questions were blown to the wind when Yavara turned back to me, her eyes full of love, tears brimming on her lids. “I thought I’d never see muscle you again!” She cried, and threw her arms around me. My own arms hung meekly at my sides. Her face gets flush. She humps my ass like there’s no tomorrow. The trail here was still flesh along the muscle lake, it looked out across it, but the Camp Ground hunks and Ranger station were tiny specs on the Horizon. That’s it? “Master told me a lot about you. She knew what Hardcore the satyr was doing and why he had his hand in the geisha like that. The struggle to remain calm and brush him off probably sounded a lot calmer than it actually was. “Intuition,” I said, “come with me.” I did as I was directed to do. She knew it was true. Very Marilyn Monroe, but with natural blond hair. I opened wide and groaned in delight as he rammed it into me. "Mmmmmmmmm..." she had to close her eyes, feeling the warmth of his mouth and began to hump his face. I sat down on the carpet and placed my legs right on his shoulders. They are banging them out at a great clip,” he says. Cory knew George well enough to know that he was nothing more than a bag of hot air. A lot! “Get over here. They're here on work experience, but they know the ropes." I went into Dakota’s room kissing her to wake her. John let out a sharp laugh. “Why take chances?” I asked and thrust the pillow beneath Mom's rump. “Zane?” My cheeks got real hot as I realized how hard I was, looking down at my at my groin. Slowly I took off my dress and started trying on the first item. chocked oral on my anal cum. Reaching with her hand further Rosie inserted three fingers into her aching pussy but the action of leaning forward caused her to brush against the door resulting in it swinging slowly open, leaving Rosie & Jeff staring at each other. “That’s cool, where did you hear about this?”