“Excellent. Any problems?”“None, milord,” replied the man who had been ordering the two women about.“And the traitor?”“Dead with the oth...ers.”“Good. If he betrayed one master, he’d surely betray another.” He turned to the two women and smiled cruelly. “Welcome, ladies, to Castle Front-du-lac. I am your host, Guy de Montmartre, Baron Front-du-lac.”Both women gasped. Baron Front-du-lac was Baron Chelmsford’s sworn enemy, and that they were here at his castle meant Front-du-lac had captured them. About me, I am 22, recently graduated in engineering and got into a MNC. I am 5.8″, well built out of my running & gym. I like travelling, sports & books. Here it goes.On the first day at job with lots of excitement, energy & curiosity regarding MNC culture, I was the 1st guy to get into my office cab. Settling myself lightly in the middle row, i was wondering/praying to get some pretty women as the remaining cab mates. As the cab drove further, a bunch of people got in, and I din’t find anyone. "I see. Well, if you think our cum slut here deserves that. We can certainly accommodate you. " came her smooth, almost rehearsed reply. The large, almost ungainly dildo was removed, and a few moments later a very similar one was brought out and attached. The were two differences.... this one was heavily ribbed, and it oscillated in arrhythmic patterns as it spun. "Told you I had a few surprises in store, tiger. " Suzanne said playfully. She rolled me over onto my knees, spread my ass cheeks. His wife was now diving and surfacing alone with the big black cock owner that would perform her conversion. Sometimes they'd be mask-to-mask after surfacing, laughing, treading the gentle swells with ease. Perhaps Rupertt had brushed that big tool up against her a few times by now. Perhaps she had been initially surprised by it and now was more curious than anything, wanting another chance close encounter. Perhaps she'd even caused one of those encounters in order to get a better feel. Images.