" Tristan kept the impatience out of his voice."There has been an explosion."Tristan stood, causing his chair to skitter across the room and bounce ag...ainst the far wall "What!" The Sicceian delegates, one had a bomb implanted in his body." The Captain slightly shifted her weight, "We think it was meant for you, but one of the security scans showed up something suspicious. When the delegate was asked to step aside, he set the bomb off, killing half the Sicceian delegation." Damnation! How about. I did try to undo the clips on my wristlets, and I couldn’t free myself from the bench. With the shoelace around the base of my penis, I was very aware of my penis and balls dangling between my legs. “Clyde looks very good this way,” Ann said. “Now you can order him to secure himself to this and have him wait for you to spank him. So try out the new paddle.” SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! This paddle did sting a lot more than any other paddle Kay had used on me. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! “I like this new. BUT what I will invite you to do is to come to a Writers Conference. There is a "Story Sharing" at the David L. Lawrence Convention Center on April 2nd that last's all day. The doors open at 9am, and you can meet and greet with fellow Erotica authors, editors, and publishing companies. From there, the old goth/metal/industrial club, Club Heat downtown is hosting a Masquerade Ball for all of the writers. I will be at both of these events and you should be too! Bring a girlfriend if you would. "'And nearer' I thought to myself."See," she said triumphantly, "I told you they were."My sister was all smiles after my judgement on her tits and our conversation went back to what we had seen, it did nothing to calm my hard cock, just the opposite and after a while all I wanted was to get back to my room for a good wank."Mind you," Carol laughed, "old Connor was pretty well hung, how'd you measure up to him."True Connor had got a decent sized tool from what we had seen, but I knew that mine.