I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, imprinting the smell in my mind before it could escape in spite of its maddening absinthian properties. I could ...feel my resolve slowly eroding – or perhaps evolving – and while a small part of me feared the evolution, a growing part of me waited eagerly for the fullness of the change. The very smell of her was awakening something primal, powerful, and arrogant. Oh, arrogance and I were old friends, but it had never before felt like a deity rising in my. I debated who would come first guessed correctly it would be the man in my cunt. He withdrew and another took his place."You'd better make sure you have enough left in you to perform for me tonight otherwise I shall have to ask for that American slave Bruce to satisfy me," a woman's voice remarked loudly again to much laughter and comments from the others.Another nudge to the back of my head and I thought I'd better work harder on the king's prick but it was difficult while being pounded at the. However she added with a mad cackle that if he let her die the Cloakwould place it's curse on him and he would be forced to find anotherbody a year hence and let the Cloak place him in it or it would kill himas well.He scoffed at this, until the cloak began to glow a bloody red and theold woman crumbled into dust. Being a hard headed pragmatic Roman he didnot ague with ether the fates or the Cloak of the Fates. He deserted hispost and headed back to Rome. A year later he had seen to it that. Believe it or not, She kept vomiting as if nothing was happening, while I was gently penetrating her beautiful pussy. She finished vomiting and was only grunting and moaning now, still with my cock inside her I picked her up, one armed wrapping her flat adorable belly the other under her arm pit, and stood her up to face the sink, she washed her face and moth WHILE I WAS SLOWLY AND GENTLY FUCKING HER FROM BEHIND!!! Her eye makeup smeared and leaky made her look like some goth (which she.