By now my finger was in her ass as far as it could go, and she was moaning loudly, pushing back in a rhythm that I was matching. She was going faster... and faster, and suddenly her whole body seemed to shudder and some fluid came out onto my tongue. It tasted and smelled like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I couldn’t get enough of it, licking and sucking away at her pussy.She slowly collapsed down onto the chair and looked at me over her shoulder with the biggest grin I had ever. The anal pillows inflate with blood to prevent shit from coming out of your arse, when you don't want it to, and to prevent things going up your arse too. They need to partially drain to allow you to shit (or allow anything in). They do this by responding to signals transmitted from the brain. You can feel sharp stabbing pains when the pillows aren't drained and you are trying to shit (especially if you strain too hard) or get fucked (or stick something up your arse). The veins that supply the. "Will you be gone long?" Glanda asked, assuming that I intended to do something about this."I've already talked to some people. Salem is some twelve miles or so up the coast from Boston. I'm going to rent a horse and go up there. If I find a bunch of fanatics abusing people, I'll deal with them. With the limited use of Magic here, I don't imagine that anyone could have done anything serious. We certainly haven't found anything like that so far," I reminded them."No, we haven't. All we have. Dom put a soothing hand on my shoulder. My laughter subsided. "Actually, I agree with Todd. I know how weird that's going to be, and I wouldn't look forward to it either if I were you, but you need help, man. We're really worried about you. Maybe hearing whatever she has to say will help you make some peace with this. Help with the visions. It's that, or we need to start talking about getting you to a professional."He didn't say that they probably would have to anyway, but it was in his.