Nothing in this mind of yours but you and I.” I broke the connections between Yavara and Titus, filling my head with blissful silence. Leveria eased herself into a chair, and beckoned me forward. I crawled on all fours to her, my body drooping demurely, my hands splashing in the urine. She spread her legs and pulled up her dress, revealing the tight bald slit between her porcelain legs. So small, so delicate; nothing like exotic my grotesque cunt. I dared not mar her flesh with my underserving hands, but with the utmost care, I dipped my face between her legs, and gently probed the pearl beneath her royal hood with my tongue. Her thighs quivered, and she hissed in appreciation. It was the greatest honor anyone had ever bestowed upon me. “Good girl, Fifty-One.” Mistress Leveria said as she stroked my piss-soaked hair, “Look into my eyes while you taste me. Look deeply into my eyes.” Mistress Leveria’s nectar was sweet, her voice was soothing, her eyes were bottomless wells, the universe wrought in their depths. I felt her presence in my mind. It was a soft tingling in the base of my skull, slowly seeping through my cerebellum like warm heroin. My tongue gradually worked back and forth along her slit, automatic motions tuned to a command that came from within. Then I wasn’t there anymore. I was in a forest, but the rocks and trees were blurs beneath an orange twilight, casting the world in shadows and dim rays of sun. A songbird’s whistle echoed on the wind, fading in and out of clarity, becoming both near and distant. There was a silhouette in the fog, androgynous and indiscernible. A woman was speaking in my ear, whispering truths I could not know with my waking mind. They carved themselves into my cognizance, then scarred without pain. Transient thoughts moved over the wounds like a tide over footprints in the wet sand, and the idea that had been imbedded there was lost asian to me. The silhouette in the fog faded, but I knew now its purpose. I was to go to it when the deed was done. When what deed was done? Where was I? “Good girl, Fifty-One.” Mistress said softly, “Here is your reward.” One of the men came up behind me and drove his cock into my gaping ass. My over-sensitized body reacted violently to the intrusion; my back wrenching into an arch, my hips pushing backward to take all that I could. I was too loose. Though the oriental man sated my need for invasion, he could not fill me. I needed more. Mistress Leveria sensed my need through our connection, and like a benevolent god, gifted me with what my heart most desired. Another cock pressed into my ass, stretching me, throbbing alongside his brethren, writhing in contest with him, rubbing against my vile walls. I cried japanese out against Mistress’s slit, tears of ecstasy running down my cheeks. I slobbered my thanks over her petals, pressing my nose against her pearl to devour her insides. Hold nothing back when it’s your turn, Lara. She could be with any guy in the world but me, fine. It was hot, but I called time after 1 minute. “Meaning something cooler, something we wouldn’t normally do” he said as he got down the bed and sat next to me “We have a whole weekend ahead for ourselves, we are going to graduate soon, I say we should do something different, something crazy” “You are an... interesting man,” the monster said. “Did we bring any steak? Henry's Mother blushed and nodded. Antoine whispered. He reached out and put his japanese hands on her hips. It was clear Aunt Bella wasn’t leaving right away. One night at the club we were relaxing at the bar after our acts and we were approached by a man who told us that he was a film producer. Directly above the pair, the sky was slowly parting. "Keep asian going, fuck your big sister's hot little pussy with that big cock of yours" she said and started wailing as Liam hammered her pussy as hard as he could for a few seconds then slowed back down before he lost control. Lucy showed me where her home office was and told me that she’d have a second desk, comfortable chair and computer in place before I could return. You will make shopping lists, do the groceries and cook for us. I seem to be on a spiraling path that’s leading oriental downwards; that spiral is getting tighter and tighter the slope is a lot steeper now exotic as the years have passed. “Good.