She had been told that Raynoor had made arrangements to meet her and now she marveled at the trappings of the palace, impressed by the artistry of the... furnishings. These people had highly skilled and capable artisans, possessed of masterful craftsmanship, but there was something missing. It took her only a moment to discover what. Their art was about precision not feeling. It evoked no emotion, only an appreciation for its accurate portrayal of nature and Grok history, especially the. I blushed a darker shade of red!"I think I'd like to eat on the roof," I told them. There was nothing in the room that would let me take care of my business. Hunger held the Need at bay, but after I ate, I would have to take care of it."Yeah, sure!" Jewel said.Ashley went to get the sandwiches while Jewel walked with me to the roof. My legs were unsteady, solidifying under me only after I walked around the roof for a few minutes."Oh fuck!" I watched Bianca, Brandi, Professor, Joey, and Kellie. ." And what?" I asked when she came to a halt and began toying with her new tongue piercing."And... well, they know about, you know, what we do together..." Who's 'they?'" I asked, not really particularly joyful about the idea of all her friends knowing about me wearing her clothes."Oh, don't worry, I haven't told everyone, just those I really trust..." She still wasn't looking at me."Who?" I said, relieved, but curious anyway. I trusted her not to have told everyone if she said she. She cried out wordlessly, loud enough to be heard over the pounding beat, her head thrown back, belly and breasts jutting forward, her legs no longer able to keep her upright. She was embraced from behind, held upright, tightly squeezed as she came, her orgasm building and building until she thought it might claim her, her toes curling, her trapped hands clenching and unclenching as her hips pistoned, pounding against her tormentor, driving her tongue even deeper… She would have collapsed had.