Such a brutal organ it was, and yet, so incredibly sensitive. It was a weapon meant for piercing, and it longed for the indian soft wet heat of someone’s insides. The desire was strange to me, but the otherness of it faded with each passing second. It was becoming normal, and that terrified me. Yavara’s hand placated it for now, every press of her palm and caress of her fingers singing a soprano note desi across the sensitive flesh. I didn’t want to do it, I tried to fight it with all sam my Actress remaining will, but I couldn’t stop myself; I moaned again. Yavara giggled in my ear, then nodded to the woman before me. Prestira Rasloraca grinned, pushed the robe off her slender body, and crouched on the bed between my legs. I tore my mouth from Yavara’s grip. “No, not you!” “What, you don’t think I’m pretty?” Prestira teased as she looked up from my crotch. “Of course, she thinks you’re pretty, Prestira.” Yavara sneered, “This little dyke was probably touching herself while she watched you get fucked.” “Is that right, Elena?” Prestira licked her lips, her white eyes half-lidded with lust, “Did you like watching Yavara and I get fucked?” She brought her face to mine, curly black hair tickling my cheeks, red, generous lips set in a shrewd pale face, “Did you like watching your best friend get fucked in the ass?” I shook my head fiercely, my eyes wide with terror. Yavara’s grip on my cock tightened, her hand moving up and down the length of me. Without warning, a surge of pressure lanced up my rod, and a shot of precum squirted on to her hand as I let out another shameful moan. “Mmmm, your body is so responsive.” Yavara moaned with me, “I think you liked watching Prestira and I get fucked in the ass. Have you ever been curious?” Yavara’s hand moved from my cock, slid down my slit, and rested against my anus. I froze in abject horror. “You know, Elena, this is my favorite place to get fucked.” Yavara whispered, “Ever since Brock raped my ass, I’ve been addicted to it. Maybe I can get you hooked too. Prestira, why don’t you find out if Elena has a prostate?” Yavara’s hand moved back to my penis as Prestira’s breath caressed my taint. “Don’t!” I whimpered pathetically. My ranger stoicism was thrown to the wind, my pride and bravery following suit. I’d been trained for torture, I’d even been trained for rape, but nothing could train me for this. I was broken. To her credit, Prestira glanced up at me with uncertainty in her eyes. She’d never done anything like this before. I pleaded with her silently, and saw her gaze soften. Then she looked at Yavara, and something akin to reverence flashed across her lenses, and when the witch next regarded me, it was with an expression full of merciless hunger. There was no mistake; Yavara was the queen, and the others were her subjects. And I was her prisoner. Prestira lowered her face. “What a delicious-looking asshole you have, Elena.” Prestira’s voice rose from my depths, “I’m going to taste it.” I felt something warm and wet slither along my rim, then press to my center. I clenched in revulsion, and inadvertently Bhabhi coiled my puckered exit around her prodding tongue. Her oral member pressed into every fold and crease of my tender sphincter, alighting the bunched nerves there. Such a strange, vile feeling, but not unpleasant. Very far from unpleasant. Oh no… Prestira’s gentle pressure coerced me to relax, and my clenched pelvic sunny floor eased back into place, presenting my lewd rim. “I think she likes it.” Yavara giggled as my hips shifted involuntarily. There was no use denying it. My painstakingly built defenses had been shattered by the trauma of my transformation, and Yavara was right, my new body was so responsive. Impaled, she felt incredible in me. “Um, I’m sorry, but Special Agent Fernandez is inside in the living room wanting to speak to you,” he says through the door. I heard Dee get up and follow me with slow, painful steps out of her room. She has a great eye too…… Everything looks like it belongs, Actress and gave it that rustic, yet, feminine look to it.” Hank walked up and helped her unload the sam cart. Or I could use her for a foot rest; Maria liked that one best. I felt good. “How about these?” I asked. When she walked through the house, Tyler got off at seeing them bounce. How much did you pay for the flatbed, if you don’t mind me asking?” Daniel took her arms in sunny indian his and together, they walked the streets of Grasmere toward the tavern. Then, leaning forward, she kissed the swollen purple cock that stood up forlornly in the center of the cushion, and as she was penetrated by her husband’s cock from behind she gingerly guided the head into her mouth with her fingertips. When I reached him, I fell to my knees and snuggled against him. There was no way I was going to be able to get a hold of my interviewee before then. The second time clicked. In middle August, near the start of her last school year Maxi came into my room crying, tear streaks ruined her makeup, her eyes were red with sorrow. This tight routine had kept him going ever since his daughter had left a few years earlier, and why it threatened to totally unravel when she called him out of the blue one evening. Then the training began. She just sort of vibrated in place and then slowly turned and went on her way down the hallway with no stumbling at all. She was a princess of the Highlands, and she loved her homeland once. I know I can get over you, as long as I don’t lose you as a friend. Jack kept on squeezing his sister's sexy behind, drawing more moans out of her and Bhabhi into his mouth. "I've always wanted to touch the dick and balls that made me. You're the desi one who taught me to take advantage of an opportunity, whenever it comes along.