Then I get sent off to work by two completely nude woman, wondering if my erection will go down before I get to work. The day seems to drag on forever. When I finally clock out and head for the car my phone chimes. I teen pull my phone out and see a text from you saying that dinner is ready and on the table. Then you ask if I want to see it. Confused I text back sure. You send me a picture of Julie naked, bent over the dining room table. I zoom in to see her hands are cuffed behind her back, her ass is red from a rough spanking and her pussy is dripping. Your next text just says Hurry home. How I make it home without getting a speeding ticket is beyond me. Chapter Eight YAVARA I had seen Elena naked hundreds of times. During our early teens I’d been horribly envious of her woman’s form, and I often admired it. I remember how she used to blush when she caught me staring, but she never attempted to hide herself. I knew why then, but I never said anything. Homosexuality was disgraced in Highland society, and I feared for her sake. Truth be told, I feared a little for my sake, for even at the age of thirteen, I’d felt an odd tingling when I gazed upon the perfection the was Elena Straltaira. Now I’d grown into a body whose curves surpassed hers, but not by much, and what I surpassed Elena in voluptuousness, she gained in athletic elegance. Oh, two years of being a ranger had done wonders for her; her back was a splendor of lean muscle, her abdomen was a soft washboard, and Sweet her thighs were tonal trunks that creased perfectly below her supple globes. Now her flesh was rich and bronze, strikingly contrasting the near-whiteness of her hair and the piercing blue of her eyes. She had a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheek, and they only served to elevate her exoticness. Exotic. Yes, Elena certainly was one of a kind, and I stared unabashedly at the dangling uniqueness between her legs. “So, you can remember being both Alkandi, and yourself? But aren’t you the same person?” Elena asked as she packed her things into her bags. “Not exactly.” I said, “Alkandi was always a part of me, but she wasn’t me. We were together all my life, but we split once Zander took me to the astral plane. When we came back, we were two different people, but neither of us was…” I gestured to myself, “…me, if that makes sense. One half was the idea of Princess Tiadoa, and the other was Alkandi. Neither could exist without the other, but Princess Tiadoa didn’t japanese want to be Yavara anymore. Alkandi had to force the issue.” “And after that you transformed? Your past-self took over Zander’s body and raped you?” Elena gave me quizzical eyebrows, “All this rape, Yavara; no wonder you have a complex.” “Careful, Elena.” I smirked, “I’ve shared that head of yours, and japan there are some naughty-naughty thoughts in there.” “Like…?” Elena smiled back, blue eyes sparkling. “Well, that fantasy you have about my dearest elder sister for one.” I grinned, “The one where she’s recently been crowned queen, and decides to inspect Castle Thorum’s barracks. The one where she catches you masturbating in the bathroom?” “And then what happens?” Elena grinned back, completely unashamed. She had asian no shame anymore; I’d sucked it out of her. “And then…” I giggled, closing my trunk, “…she blackmails you into eating her pussy.” “Your sister’s such a cunt in real life, I couldn’t have her break character.” Elena’s smile was crooked now, “But come now, Yavara, that’s not nearly the worst of it. Juices flowed freely from her cunt until teen her legs gave way and she collapsed whimpering and writhing onto the carpet. It was hot. Baseball Kid sat Indian-style on the floor, asian and held his arms out in a bowl shape. His tongue was bolder, stronger. She jerked all over the place and I could see her making frantic japanese fucking movements with her pelvis as she thrashed through her second orgasm of the night. My dad and his friends seemed perfectly at ease out here in the japan middle of nowhere. Chris didn’t have that problem. I plowed that dildo into her bowels while my backdoor clung to Isaac's hard cock. Her video would be a stark contrast to Verity’s. This girl seemed to have no agency, no interest. My dick spurted hot jizz across their faces. “No we didn’t, someone else paid for it, you’re good.” She said. Please… jest l leave.” Why not?" before she touched Sweet the flame to the end and took a toke that would make Willie Nelson proud.