“I didn’t mean...”Nick shook his head. “I like the Loft, but it is what it is. More than one of my guests this weekend commented that it wasn�...��t what they expected.”“I suspect the Loft was just the tip of the unexpected iceberg to your guests,” said Emily.“That’s undoubtedly true.” Nick looked out at the mansion as they pulled up in front of it. “It looks roomy, though. I could use a bit more room.”Emily shot him a surprised look. “You didn’t buy this place, did you?”Nick laughed. “No, I’m. .. Cum up my arse and then piss in it!” Chelsea asked me to my shock, at least with the second part ... she wanted me to pee in her bunghole?I completely lost it, of course, spilling a load more than worthy of the name up her sweet, slick British ass. Sure enough, I felt the urge to pee. I thought, what the hell, she asked me for it, so I let loose a stream of my piss into her butt, much to her delight. Chelsea creamed herself as she felt my burning hot whizz flood her bowels, claiming her. Two weeks of in-patientcare and two months follow up doesn't describe the pain and fear. Pat nevervisited me in the hospital, so I presume less than subtle pressure was applied.--- O ---Our paths finally crossed again during our second semester at Poly Tech. We bothhad the same Chemistry class. When our second lab project required partners wemutually picked each other. The testosterone charged group that approached me tobe their partner on the first project, only wanted to date me and get in. But Nephi and the rakshasas all immediately set to sniffing around the room. They went to the secret passage where Nephi plucked a hair from the top of it, shoved into the crack when she closed it. No one had entered that way.“Well, well, well,” I said, “we have a new member to welcome to the harem. Shetha. We’re all going to love you.”The lamia blushed. “I’m just a lamia, Master.”“No, you’re my lamia,” I said. “That makes you special. You’re one of my slaves, and I love them all. I’m going to.