Her long legs occasionally twitched from some unconscious dream; her toes curled and then relaxed. Jamal considered himself very lucky. She was an ins...atiable lover. Lazily, he stood up and walked over to a mirror on the wall and a pan of water.He splashed idly at his face knowing that the water could not cool because the humidity would not allow evaporation. His face was strong and dark -- typically Lebanese. But, it had a European look to it, too. Because he was a child of Western corrupted. The big orc pivoted and dodged out of the way of her lunging spear. His momentum carried him around, his fist slamming at her face.The erinyes flapped her wings and she raised the burning haft of her spear to block. Thrak slammed into the it. Fire flared. Incessae stumbled back from the force of the blow. Thrak grunted, shaking his fist, smoke rising from his knuckles.Faoril slid to a halt. The mage stared at Incessae. The wind suddenly swirled around the erinyes and lunged at her. Faoril. A mini orgasm as I call it, and I could feel the flood of my juices past my lips and into my panties. If they were not soaked before they were now. Wendy then broke our kiss and moved us forward to the ottoman. Before laying me down she turned me for all the men to see. I could see their smiles, and looks. All had their cocks out of their suits and were slowly stroking themselves. I took inventory and saw nothing too large. Just some nice sized men, and all hard.Then Wendy had me face away from. And I miss tracing my finger on the inside crease of your thighs and feeling how hot your skin felt. I'd ask you if you wanted me to stop...", I paused. "Should I stop now?" No," she said."I'd crawl between your legs and start kissing your stomach and letting my chin slowly rub against your pussy. I could feel you pushing up against it to grind your clit against it. Did that feel good?" Yeah," she said."Are you wet right now?" I asked."Yes," she said."Then tell me," I teased her."Why are you.