Must be so dispiriting for the poor thing."Jeez, there's a guy over there just can't stop staring at my legs," she says to Martha, rubbing it in, "you... don't think my skirt's a little short, Marth, do you?" No way," says Martha, "just wish I could wear things like that."Jo just nods and smiles, "yeah, it's fun to tease the guys now and again ... y'know ... make em drool, poor dears."Christ, Martha really is pathetic, Jo thinks to herself. Just look at how the ugly bitch is dressed. The usual. See this; this will increase the pleasure in our role-playing.Amisha showed a life-size model of a sex doll. This sex doll was stuffed with some material that made it look better than other regular sex dolls. This sex doll did not have a strap-on; instead, it had a long and thick penis attached directly to it.Amisha placed the doll in the sleeping position beside her, covered herself and the doll with a thin light pink blanket. She then indicated to me that she was ready for the role-playing. I. Thank goodness there wasn't anybody else in there. Not that it would have mattered a whole bunch to Carla, or me either, really.I started pulling off my t-shirt but Carla stopped me."No time!" She made a giggling face. "I gotta pee, get down."So I just got down on the cold tiles in that bathroom stall, with my back to the toilet bowl, and tilted my head back over the water. I held my hair in my left hand and Carla got on my face quick, straddling me and the toilet sort of reverse from how you'd. " Irea replied, blinking blearily and shaking her head to clear the cobwebs still clinging to her thoughts. "Felfire, my head hurts~" The other woman grinned, showing her teeth, and delivered another sharp smack to the demon huntress' bare cheek!"I was here last night too, you drank quite a bit. Didn't know you demon hunters could even get drunk, let alone a hangover." She grinned and looked down at her own ale, swirling the foamy contents around a bit before offering it to Irea, who gratefully.