“Are you joining the watch, or—” “Fuck no!” Certiok laughed, “But I am here to help you. The governess and her little friend convinced me that playing ball is on our mutual best interest. I brought the Protaki tattooist to ink the watch sigil on your soldier’s forearms. In orc culture, an agreement means nothing unless it’s inked into the flesh. Plus, these poor Ardeni beasts need something to be proud of.” “The watch sigil?” “A shield with the queen’s eye in the center.” The tattooist said, dropping his kit on my table, “Hold on your arm, Watch Commander.” “What?” Certiok said, “It would be hypocritical of you not to be the first one inked.” She leaned, and tore the officer’s bars off my shirt, “You wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea about you.” And she strutted over to the debauchery, her eyes finding Eva’s, their gazes tracking each other with equal desi avarice. “What’s your sub’s name?” Certiok asked. “Pet.” Eva said. “Pet,” Certiok chuckled, and gracefully placed herself in Eva’s arms, “I like it. Can I play with her?” “Only if I get to play with you.” She pulled a wet braid from Certiok’s head, and smirked, “I see you enjoy being played with. Was it Kiera or Brianna who doused you in gold?” “It was Adrianna.” “Adrianna?!” Eva and I exclaimed in unison. Even Soraya’s eyes went wide before blissfully returning to their lax state as Dom pumped his load down her throat. She squealed and swallowed, then pulled the orc out, kissed his tip in thanks, and grinned indian at the next man in line. I barely noticed the needle driving into my flesh when the tattooist began his work. “I’m glad you liked it,” Brenda replied coyly. He shifted. “Get the fuck out” “Man, you don’t need to ask twice. I was just getting control back when the bus pulled off the road near the bar and shop. A quick look around told me Artimos wasn’t the only bitch being violated. He removed his finger and I could smell the indian foul odor. Maggie was naked in 10 seconds. I lived in a shell far too long, and judging by how you respond to that side of me, I’d say we are such a great match.” Gwen said. Instead of jackhammering until Night Eyes prolapsed, I turned my bearhug into a firm embrace, and held her in place as I tenderly violated her sinful hole with long, slow drives. "Where's Alexis?" Delicious was an understatement. She set it on desi a table and ran her fingers through her black hair. The next song started and the two girls got up and went back out onto the dance floor. I was still ‘high’ from cumming a couple of minutes previous, and the sight of Freya getting the man’s hard cock out of his trousers and engulfing it with her mouth made making myself cum with number 18 quite quick and easy. Voyeur One made it back with three minutes to spare.