"So, we watch and observe. Tell me who you are seeking and I'll gather intelligence while you are performing here. However, we watch and observe only.... We do not take an active part in rescuing a damsel." Well, that being the best I can hope for, I am seeking a damsel called Cathy Temp. She has had a very uneven sojourn on Chaos for nearly three years. Most recently, our information was that she was in Mule Crossing. Her rescue was prompted by reports that she had been injured and needs to. How can your hair feel pleasure? But, it does. Your ass muscles flex and relax. It is like flowing in warm molasses…darting here and there…everywhere at the same instant. And, as that magnificent tongue continues to massage your super sensitive clit, you are in sexual spasm for what seems like an eternity. You are gasping for air but will gladly stay in this orgasm for the rest of your life. How can anything be so wonderful? Oh, let it never stop! Down, down you slide as little explosions. No bra, for sure, and nice perky nipples capping big brown areolae. I stuffed as much of one breast into my mouth as I could, hearing her murmur approvingly. She rubbed her palm over the shaft of my cock, making it grow in my Jockeys. I alternated sucking on each of her breasts and moved my hands around the backs of her legs to grab at her bottom. She had a nice fleshy ass, and she pressed her chest into my face as I squeezed her ass cheeks. I felt her fingers at my waist, and she quickly. “I thought she’d wait to heal and then take me physically but I guess she couldn’t wait any longer.”“Who is she?” Marcie asks, wanting to know who her captor was.“Her name is Rhyan,” Bonnie replies, “She’s been coming in to the hospital I work at for at least the three years I’ve been interning, and then working there.” Bonnie continues, “she came in for a broken nose and then for various concussions, cuts, stabbings and everything in between.”“From what?” Marcie asks.“I don’t know but the.