Gurgling blood, the Orc, who was half a head shorter than my 6’3”, slumped.Freezing in place from fear, I watched the Orc bleed and die before me....I knew I would have to kill, but that Orc, THAT ORC, was all too real. All too human. All too scary. All too alive. I tried to justify to myself that he swung first. THAT Orc wasn’t a bug or a zombie; undead had been rumored to be found in the Indigo Portals. The internet had reported rogue dungeoneers encountering them, along with a half a dozen more. .no problem, I just transferred to the first flight next morning and booked an airport hotelI had a light dinner at the hotel, and a couple of beers, and was sitting in the bar feeling a bit bored, so As I'd never been to Amsterdam before,mi decided I'd get a cab and see a bit of the city. I asked the driver to take some somewhere touristy with a few bars, "I'll take you to the red light district then" he said with a smileBrilliant! I hadn't even thought of that, this was going to be a good. Our morals, our consciences, are sculpted in such a way that we can live with what we did during those early years." You too?" I'm a guy, I'm human. Of course me too." I didn't see a girlfriend at your house. What did you do, send her out for the night or do you keep her in the closet and only bring her out when you want to wear her?" Very funny. I don't have a live-in, I can't do that, not anymore." Why not?" My job. It's too dangerous. A few years ago, a guy I was hunting got away from me and. The club went completely wild. The tone was set for the rest of the horny evening.We drank and chatted together at the bar. The cake was served by 2 very beautiful young men. They were wearing Leather cowboy outfits and the music was swelling. The guys started dancing for Erik-Jan and me with the boxes of cake still in hand. And I don't know how they did it. But in no time they were wearing nothing but their Harnesses, wristbands and cowboy boots. Their big cocks and full balls, caught in heavy.