He spanks my bottom a final time and turns me over. He hasn’t come and there’s more…. He’s inside me again and the orgasms start building agai...n. He’s very good at granting me permission, as he loves to see my face contort with pleasure created by him. He alternates between using his cock and his fingers making me cum repeatedly to the point I start saying no. Forcing my orgasms out one by one where I have no choice but to come and squirt and despite my objections to it happening again, they. “You might be surprised, Garrun,” he said quietly.Garrun’s eyes widened as he recognised Barrog, then they narrowed as his brow drew down. “Barrog! You have some stones, coming back here after deserting your tribe!”“I did not desert!” Barrog growled. “I was taken, and now I belong to Shenla!”Garrun spat on the ground at Barrog’s feet. “You are pathetic, Barrog. You abandoned your people for a foreign whore! You will not be leaving this place alive, traitor!” Garrun reached for his hammer, and. I think..."Margaret interrupted with, "Am I to understand that you literally mean that the healer itself is generating the tissue. Surely you meant that she is helping your body to regenerate the lost muscle tissue?"Jeff finished the bite of steak, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said, "She does, dramatically speed up my body's regenerative abilities, but I didn't misspeak. She is generating muscle tissue, just as she did the nerve tissue, and the synthetic blood."Margaret hesitated a. "Tell Mr. Carson you are ready for your tattoo." I...am...ready for...my...tattoo, Sir," she managed. I blindfolded her while he swabbed her clean-shaven underarm with soap and water, then alcohol. He worked on the design for nearly an hour, touching and dabbing, pushing her arm upward and to the side as needed. She leaned her head to the side and sobbed silently. I could imagine her wrestling with herself. She'd gone on and on about how it would turn her on to be forcibly tattooed. Now that it.