I saw the second knife appear and then watched it flying towards me. Thank God, the man was good with a throwing knife. It flew straight at me like an... arrow, not tumbling end over end, as some prefer to throw them.There was a large, collective gasp when I simply caught the knife. Yeah, okay, I misjudged and cut a finger on the blade. So, sue me. While the seller stared in disbelief, I returned the knife to him in the same manner he sent it to me. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t even try to. I felt a spray of warmth and knew it had to be some sort of lubricant. The tampon thing then gently nosed around my lubed pussy lips until it found my opening. It was surprisingly gentle as it predictably began to penetrate me. I could sense and feel it filling my pussy with the warm lubricant as it went deeper. After the tortures of the Prisoner the Invader was turning out to be an almost pleasant experience. The tampon thing kissed up to my cervix and politely stopped its advance. It didnt. Accept my thanks I was spared such a red, bloody buggering.” “Indeed you were spared, Dareayn, but know this raise my anger again with your capricious rule and you will be penetrated by a tool through the gate of your pink puckered anus that will make thy lady fart in desperation to make room for a toll that will forever more master your bottom. The marks I left on your bottom will be joined by the marks in your red tinged entrail.” “You must not, Lord Jon. The pain of such a fuck in my arse. Ionly caved when Opal said that if I wasn't going to take advantage of theobvious opportunity, then we should cancel our expensive membership.The evening with Mrs. Wilmington was incredibly eye opening. Not onlywas she ravenous in bed, she had a kink for what she called girly men.If she was trying to insult my slight build and less than ideallymasculine features, it worked. But in for a penny, in for a pound, so Ilet her slide the panties up my legs and put lipstick on me before wespent an.