An Evening With the Baker’s Dozen
Author's note, this is part 5 of the PolyWorld series. 5pm... As with any good manager, Evan knew how to warm Meg up. Spread eagle and blindfolded on the bed, she squirmed causing the chains of her restraints to jingle as a tongue found her clit. She had no clue who the tongue belonged to, but there were no complaints forthcoming. The tongue danced a grind against her, warm and wet. Heated humid breath added to the light pleasure of the experience. With the first pleasurable shock gone, Meg settled back on the bed and enjoyed the tongue lapping at her. Senses returning and she could now hear the muted movement of those around her. Imagination had her picturing a lineup of twelve naked men, each waiting for their turn at her. [Read more...]