He was a man again, Armand-in-Armand as he had been and wouldbe again. He stood in a hall with other men, all dressed inWarrior red, a sword in his ha...nd. Words, indistinct, were spokenand he moved, the sword lifting and falling against shadowyfigures. He stopped and listened, another's hand on his guidinghim through movements he did not understand. He vaguelyunderstood he was practising, exercising his skills as a Warriorand that was right, but there was... A blow from a blunted weaponstung his. Kitrell was about to erupt."I'm going to cum, Ms. Gere. Just keep on fucking that man's ass... You're going to make me cum with his tongue in my ass... oh, yeah... oh, fuck!"Ms. Gere rocked our bodies hard. She raked her nails down my back and into my ass cheeks, squeezing while she thrust her cock inside me."Cum, Erica... I demand you to cum."I was such a tool for both of them. Ms. Gere was using my body to get Ms. Kitrell off."Taste her ass, Sam. Get a full taste of her ass while I fuck you. Her face got softer when she realized that it's just her brother. Steve hands her a bar of chocolate and sits down on the edge of her bed. "Well, the door was unlocked," he explains."I must have forgotten …," Jenny thinks aloud but stops mid-sentence.Steve raises an eyebrow. He's got this 'give me more information, I don't understand' face that he perfected over the years."I must have forgotten to lock the door after I went to the toilet," Jenny adds sheepishly.Steve gives her a warm and. Of course, triggering this fantasy also means that the plot corresponds to your sexual inclinations. Hopefully this is the case.This story is not meant to be a literary masterpiece. This is all about your sexual entertainment. And those of you who like to read short stories shouldn't read any further from here.I will also make translations of this story for my English speaking and Swedish friends. I really hope that the translations can transport the magic of the story into these two languages.