His hind passage was to be honored with the Royal Member."Priests!"Two burly temple priests held Goriander from behind and forcibly spread his legs ap...art. A third began applying a strong-smelling emolument onto his buttocks, then in the valley between the cheeks. It burned like fire at first, then the muscles in his legs and hind parts numbed and relaxed. His rear entrance throbbed and felt as if it had swollen to several times its normal size, but the sphincter muscles no longer responded to. She didn't stop dancing. She couldn't stop dancing. She was amazing. Herbody moved so gracefully and rapidly that it almost hurt to look at, theaudiences eyes struggling to catch up. All around the pulsing rhythmemanated outwards, not from the harp but from her.. More tearing noisesas a few of the dresses joined hers in becoming midriffs, erectionstenting in pants as she began to sing and chant wildly and loudly in adead language. The frayed black threads where her clothes had rippedstarted to. My shoulder-length hair, usually up in a man-bun, was at that moment pulled back in a loose, feminine ponytail.Emphasizing my girlishness was the complete lack of body and facial hairthat I had diligently maintained ever since I was able to afford to moveinto a small studio apartment of my own. I hadn't had a girlfriend inyears, and had no fear of anyone noticing my unusual silky smoothness aslong as I stuck to the sweats that I always wore. I was often amused byhow drab and functional my male. First words, then more and then her brisk movements as herexpression soured. Pulling the sheets back as he clutched for the rightwords, she gave a retort to his testing questions and bad humour; a scowlflung like a brick as she pulled her dress on and stuffed feet into halftied heels. Rising, he was hurriedly pulling himself together as shepunched something into her phone before getting up again.The door her destination, Marcel was floundering with his shirt abovehastily raised pants as he.