That's the only thing I want. I'll do anything you want. I hate this. I want to feel good. Sometimes I wish I was dead just so I wouldn't have to do....." "Sandi, I know. I wanted to be dead too, once. But I can give you something better than that. I can make it so you don't care how horny you are, or how much sex you get. You would be free from all of that, while you learn how to feel good from other things you do, not just sex. You will have plenty of sex, but only with me, Brad, Ted here, and. I would come back to driftwood under bags and I would insist that I had to try them out on someone. Pete always offered. And I never turned him down. A couple of times we would have been having slow sex in one of the playrooms while the door was open. Workmen used to walk past the door. Deliberately. Just to see my arse waving up in the air as I sucked Pete off. There were a few times when we were caught out and a cheeky workman would spank my arse or finger me giving me the shock of my life.. It caused the saliva to overflow in her mouth and dribble out in streams over his prick and hairy belly."See?" he said. "It's like I told you... I never stop comin'. It hardly ever comes out in big gushes but it just keeps comin'." He was right. His cock seemed to continually come in tiny spurts that would flow all over their bodies, or down her throat, or up her cunt. His huge sac never seemed to empty, and his cock, she would find out, could stay hard for hours."Now! NOW!" he groaned, his. All of that said about the city without even mentioning its unique people and their place in it. It was the city's people that allowed it to be Zhe'Khar, and all that meant.Such thoughts often meandered through Pzerraji's mind on such perfect days spent walking in the glorious sunshine that sparkled off the streets and buildings and lampposts of his adopted home's wondrous thoroughfares with his grandchildren. His youngest, Pzerra, walked beside him that day, the bright, inquisitive boy sent to.