“Do you guys do gang bangs,” he asks, “We were wondering if you had any little girls we could gangbang.” “How many girls do you want?”“4... 10 year olds, if possible.”“Done. Do you want any race?”He quickly responds, “Give us 4 Asians.”I send the order back to the girls and they walk out, 4 10 year olds with skimpy outfits barely covering their brown nipples. Again, I scry as they lead them to the room. 2 girls watch as the other two get spit roasted by old men’s dicks. As the men cum, the girls. She put the jar on her desk in her room and began surfing online when she heard a tiny but yet faint voice."Hey, you..."She looked around and tried to find the source of the voice and gasped when she saw her. In the jar was no longer a firefly but a humanoid winged female creature that stood three inches tall. She was more beautiful than any human woman she had ever seen. She had short black hair, blood-red wings, what would be D-cup breasts if she was human-sized, and a certain fiery red glow. I pleasure myself in the privacy of my own room whenever I feel the urge and for years that’s been enough. Sometimes I daydream about being with this guy or that guy (I wouldn’t mind doing amitabh bachhan} and maybe doing something a little. I don’t know out of the ordinary, maybe a little naughty but when everything is said and done.I’m Ok anyway, back to the story, the fact that Atul was jerking off didn’t really shock me too much. I’d pretty much known he’s been jerking off since he was. His mouth claims one breast while his other hand grips my shoulder hard enough to make me stay where I am. When I whimper in need and arch to press more of my body into his grasp, he forces his finger further into me and adds another, pushing and pulling, in and out while I writhe in an agony of pleasure and embarrassment. I beg him to wait until we're somewhere private, but he just slides his thumb over my clit and presses it in tiny circles until I can't speak.He growls in my ear, "Do you.