Pallavi smelled great, and her lipstick was very sweet. With my left hand, I circled Shweta’s nipples.Shweta held my hand and directed me towards he...r nipples which I was either circling or pinching. I was circling Pallavi’s nipples and gently pinching them occasionally with my right hand. I was kissing Pallavi on her lips and kissing or licking her neck, cheeks, ears and face.I was slower as I had to focus on all the tasks. I now switched from Pallavi to Shweta and did the same to Shweta. I. I wanted to touch it and stroke it. But he never let me." Well, that answers both questions. But there's another way to have an orgasm without a partner. What about masturbation?" I asked."Out of the question," she answered."Why?" I was raised to think that down there was a forbidden place. The only time I was allowed to touch it was to wash or wipe. The only other times it was acceptable to give it attention was making babies and birthing them." You didn't touch yourself when you entered. Oblivious he fell asleep chained to the wall upon a moldy straw pallet, afar cry from the bed in which he had hoped to spend the evening.* * *A single majestic minaret rose loftily in the morning sky and by its verygrandour taunted the blasted city that lay huddled about its feet. Withinthe marble walled splendour of the ancient purple spire Ashir Diir ruledthe outr? city of Hrul Throst. It was legended that the High Preator wasimmortal, having survived the dust and ruin of countless cycles by. The intoxicating scent of your need fills my nostrils, and my heart pounds. I pause to look up at you, the perfect lines of your face cast in light and shadow, in shades of gray as your eyes meet mine, and you speak the first words either of us have spoken all night; “My turn?” Pleasure. Yes, it’s your turn; your turn for pleasure, your turn to experience release, to come, your turn to feel your body vibrate and come alive and for powerful orgasms to consume your every thought. Your turn for.