I followed them up the stairs and into my living room. I pulled out a drawer full of clothing, tickling and Foot showed them to Yavara. “You’re going to need to blend in. As good as you look in that outfit, everyone will just assume you’re a whore, and you will be treated as such.” Yavara pawed through my collection of women’s clothing, giving me a questioning look. “Why do you have a drawer full of women’s clothing?” “Zander experimented in his college years.” Brock joked. “I can shape-shift, and it’s often useful to walk in a woman’s body.” I sneered at Brock, “You didn’t seem to mind yesterday, big boy. Yavara told me there was more than incidental contact.” “That was different! Alkandi needed my help, and I obliged. But you sure did enjoy the things I did to your tight little-” I put a muting spell on Brock, though he didn’t seem to be aware of it. He continued to yell silently and gesture behind me, miming explicitly what he’d done to me. Yavara was in a fit of giggles. “In all fairness, Brock did bring you back to life by sticking his fingers in your ass.” “I’ll be damned if I’m ever going to acknowledge that. Here, try this on.” Yavara didn’t bother walking into another room, but elected to change right in front of us. Brock stopped his miming and gazed slack-jawed at the Dark Queen’s bronze nudity. She pretended not to notice the two fully-erect men in the room as she slipped on the black dress. It fit her well, clinging to her body in all the right places, the skirt ending just below her cheeks. I noticed Yavara’s sandals were badly worn, so I handed her a pair of boots. They hugged her legs just a few inches above the knee, and I couldn’t help but imagine her bent over a table, her dress hiked up and her boots still on. Yavara glanced down at Brock’s arousal, and then mine, a thin smile growing from her full lips. “Time is male of the essence, boys; we should get moving.” I groaned in despair, my balls turning blue between my legs. Brock flung up his arms and said something behind my mute spell. I removed it just in asian time to hear him mutter, “…I’ll just go into the bathroom and finish this myself.” Yavara and I packed the rest of her clothing into a bag, stifling laughter as grunts and rhythmic slaps sounded from the bathroom. When Brock was finished with his business, he requested an eagle to send a message to his tribe. He wrote his message on a piece of paper he ripped from one of my books (which I was none too pleased about) before sticking it between the eagle’s talons. The three of us walked down stairs, and I opened another portal. Stepping through the portal, we entered a room that was walled off on all sides. I pressed my hand to one of the bricks, and muttered an incantation. A wood door appeared, and we stepped onto the streets of Ardeni Dreus. Yavara gasped in wonder. feet The Highlands had a few cities composed of tens of thousands, the capital city of Bentius holding a few hundred-thousand. Ardeni Dreus was a city of millions. The skyline stretched for miles, comprised of towering spires that were hundreds of feet tall, each adorned with a gold statue on its peak that gleamed in the sunlight. The royal palace sat atop a hill in the center of the metropolis, towering over the rest of the city, its colossal golden dome casting a shadow across the landscape. The street we were on was quiet by Ardeni standards, but it still bustled with life from every corner. Susan then goes down on Kristen. He was debating it. I doubt they are bigger than A-cups. • Faith Y– yeah, thanks..” Elia said as her rude awakening subsided, tapering off from the rumble into a humming vibration of crippled engine systems, “.. But after capturing his cock in his hand and jerking it a few times, it was no use. She begins to unbutton my shirt letting it fall to the floor as well. She regarded me purposefully. "It's okay," asian she giggled, seeing his burning face. She pumped her fist so fast it was almost a blur, her elbow moving at a blinding rate. How about you and your wife make the choice. "Sure," Micah said, his will-power melting into the aether. That's so cool!" He wouldn’t try that would he? As I helped her get rid of her clothes, I started to realize how well my luck was turning out. This when i withdraw my finger and bury my whole face Foot into her pussy. It must of been good for him too because he cradled my head against tickling his belly as he moaned and groaned out load after hot load of his thick, salty goodness into my waiting mouth and throat. I didn’t have to ask who she was talking about. HAPPY male WIFE, HAPPY LIFE.” I lay there, improving my tan for about another hour or so then I got a bit restless. “Yes, yes, yes!” Tiffany moaned. He carries himself well, much more mature. Why?” I answered plainly. My father taught me how to train him. Now, all of that feet was crumbling.