When Ebony spoke it stopped."Pigs like me?" Pigs that abuse her."Ivory protested and took my hand, pulled it all the way up until it cupped one of her... firm breasts. "I love to be abused," she said, squirming until she almost sat in my lap. "I love to feel hard, hot cocks." She squirmed again, no doubt feeling what was growing in my pants."I don't think I'm abusing her," I said, holding Ivory's hips away from me to prevent her from driving me completely out of my mind with her firm, tight ass. ..nine, ten! Wake up!” Alisaie’s eyes flew open. She blinked, seemingly a little jarred. “Hey, you alright?” Alphinaud asked. “Noticed anything different?”“I feel...refreshed, I guess?” Alisaie said. “My head seems...clearer? I don’t know.”“Well, like they said, it takes some time before you will notice any changes,” Alphinaud said. “But how was it? What did you remember?”“I remember feeling relaxed. It was pleasant. Oh yeah, and I dreamt that I was at a beach at Ala Mihgo,” she said. “How was. He was the son of old Kakryllion the fisherman. I remember well the day I first saw him, I was seventeen and had already enjoyed several lovers, all of whom my parents had picked. It was a hot summer’s day at noontide and Oltos was at the quayside hauling his catch out of a tiny boat. I stopped, to the great consternation of old Ultaa, my maid. I watched him haul the fish from the tiny craft. He was naked, not an unusual sight in summer by the quay, but his rippling muscles under deeply tanned. ’ So saying, he reclined in his chair, stretched out his legs, crossed them at the ankles, and beamed at them both. Yet there was a sharp gleam in his eye, and Constance knew that he was none too pleased with this business. He’d made a concession to soothe a friend, but he did not have to like it. Enrique, meanwhile, paid no notice of that dangerous glint. He cupped the back of Constance’s neck and raised her head to seal her lips in a hot, probing kiss. As he explored her mouth with his.