"Is it true that Mr. Enoff is the one that rescued you?" a reporter asked. "That's right. I wouldn't have gotten away without him," Anne answered. "So how did you manage that feat with a creature that big?" another reporter asked. "Well, at that point Dickem is the one that gets the credit. We were all running scared, but Dickem and his balls of steel had the nerve to attack it with the gas bombs," Jack replied. "So you're the big hero, then," a reporter said to Karl. "No, leave me out of it. Miss Deeper is the center of our story. Without her, we wouldn't have had a chance at Dong. He was after her when he came to us." "A regular Beauty and the Beast!" a reporter remarked. "That's it exactly. Use that," Karl said. "Beauty and the Beast. Dong was safe and alone on his island, but once he seduced Beauty, he couldn't live without her. There's your story." "Can we get some photos now?" a photographer asked. "Hold off on that. I'm going to start the show, give a little speech about Dong, Miss Deeper, Mr. Enoff, and our grand adventure. I'll call you up when it's a good time for photos," Karl said. "Anne, Jack, come on with me on stage for when the curtain goes up." Anne's hand reflexively went to rub her pussy, and she found her panties were indeed incredibly damp. She made a small horny moan. "That's a good girl, can't wait to get started," Karl observed and led them up to the stage. He stepped out in front of the curtain to the full capacity crowd, and started to wind them up like a circus ringmaster. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am here tonight to tell you a fantastic tale. So fantastic that nobody would indian ever believe it. But, ladies and gentlemen, asian seeing is believing, and we have returned with the living proof of our adventure, an adventure in which many men died horribly. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, before amateur we begin our tale, I am going to show you the most amazing sight you have ever seen. Mark this year down in your lives, because you'll never again see anything as fantastic as you did right here in 1978. He was the ruler and god of the world he knew, but now he comes to civilization, merely a captive, a show to gratify your curiosity and your erotic interests. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Dong, the eighth wonder of the world!" The curtain rose, revealing Dong, covered with thick nets and chains, enough to ensure the only tentacles that could move were the small ones on his face. The crowd gasped, some women shrieked. Karl smiled proudly. He waved Anne out next to him. "And now to introduce to you Miss Anne Deeper. The most resilient girl I've ever known." Exhausted, feeling an ache between amateur her legs as if she'd just been fucked by an entire gang of men, the Russian girl went limp on the table. Lucilla laughed a joyless, dry laugh. Jon was not going to stop until he took everything from her. “Honestly, Xochitl. As I started sweeping the house, I started to reminisce on the events over the past month. You can be firm before they shoot their load, but then slowly ease up, extending their orgasm as indian long as you can.” She smiled up at me, slowly jacking my cock and lovingly licking my cock. His blond hair slicked back. “Why don't you see what effects your edits had on your wife,” Anael said. “Just follow my lead and do asian what I do” Em said as she slid the other half inside her pushing her ass closer to mine to where our asses were now touching. “I said killing the customer was bad for business.” Fuck your slut! It should be so delicate that a single touch could shatter the walls, and yet I felt not even an ogre with a smith's hammer could batter through them.