The next thing I recall was an annoying but pleasurable vibration on my clit. Sighing, I mumbled for her to stop but the vibration continued. Now, a b...it more annoyed , I tried to swat at her. It was then I realized I could not move my arm to do so. My eyes flew open and I became immediately aware of why. It seems that Marsha had taken advantage of my nap and had chained and cuffed me to the table. Not only that but she had open and adjusted my arms and legs so that I was almost spread eagled on. What's a horny bastard to think with beautiful women working around him in tiny leather halter-tops and blue jeans? Tiny leather thongs were the first things on my mind of course. When I tried to make a little suggestion to Catla her first move was to strip off the jeans and let me know she wanted me to show her what I meant. I was happy to help.They gathered the remains of the skins they'd used for their halters and even explained exactly which small roe deer they'd come from and told me where. Her head then started really bobbing and the tongue continued doing its amazing work. Again I got the tingle at the base of my spine but this time I let it happen. She heard me take in two or three quick breaths and I know she felt my cock swell and its temperature rise. Soon my balls exploded and a load of hot cum poured into her. I felt her swallow a couple of times in order to handle the volume of thick tangy goo that filled her hungry mouth. Then she emitted a soft ummmm as she exhaled and. But if I can’t speak, why keep me around?”Eigis frowned, but he had a point. Having his prey unable to speak would be boring. Still, he refused to give way. “You really do hate the idea of living only as my entertainment, don’t you?” He asked. A corner of his mouth quirked, amused. “Still, you’re my prey. I’m not going to let you dictate how you are going to die. That takes away the whole enjoyment of killing you. Hmm.” He broke off, thinking, idily tapping his talons against his bloody.