She rubbed me everywhere, particularly my ass. She had a naughty smile on her lips as she squeezed my cheeks, then she washed my cock for a good five ...minutes, getting me hard as a steel rod. Her hand felt wonderful as it slid up and down on my shaft. She rinsed the soap off it, then she knelt down. Naughty filly, I groaned as her lips engulfed the head of my cock. I stroked her wet, auburn hair and leaned against the shower wall and enjoyed her blowjob. She sucked hard, swirling her tongue. At first it feels like two narrow misshapen mouths, but then suction like nothing you ever have experienced begins to increase in a pulsing, sucking sensation that makes you almost want to scream in your pain and pleasure.As the pulsating suction continues at your nipples, you feel something between your legs that is soft and wet like a tongue, exploring your vulva and ass. But then you realize it is not a normal tongue, but a multi-tentacled one that begins to intrude inside you while massive. . overdressed? She's a black woman, with a dense mane of neatly kept dreadlocks and a tiny little smile. As you descend the stairs, she offers you a hand."Miss White. So good of you to come." You can't place the accent - not quite New Zealander, not quite Filipina. Maybe she's just moved around a lot."Ah. Good to be here, Miss..." Scrivener. Anna Scrivener." Oh. OH! She's the tourney organizer. You smile a little wider, adjusting your grip on the duffel bag containing the few things you brought. For example:1. The breeding rack.Fortunate enough several years ago to be able to construct a fairly well equipped play space, and being handy with tools, my partners and I have enjoyed a structure that I’ve described as the breeding rack. It of course was never used for such a purpose historically, but it was functioned in that regard. A woman fastened to it was indeed extremely obscenely exposed and vulnerable. Talking about the experience to women that have been fastened into it gave rise to.