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“You know about her?” Ava asked. “Swanhilda?” “Aye,” sighed Otmar. “She was a promising priestess of Luben. She was raised in the faith, met a male acolyte, and started a courtship. They married as their final stage of initiation into the priesthood, uniting their lives together. They seemed happy. They took up the care of a village temple in western Zeutch.” “And then she met a passing bard, one of those graduates from Az's famed college,” Thea said, her voice tightening. I didn't care much about the story of this Swanhilda, my head darting around. I noticed a mural on the wall that made me blink. It was made of the same whites and blacks, the darker colors adding deep gang bang shadows and lines to make the white figures stand out more. A sad man watched on as a woman lay in the passionate arms of another man. My head cocked. As Thea explained how Swanhilda abandoned her vows to have a torrid affair with the bard, I found myself drifting towards the mural, padding along on all fours. This picture didn't fit here. It was clearly a woman doing exactly what this Swanhilda did. “It broke her vows to our God and twisted her priestly connection,” Thea was saying as I reached the mural. “Las stepped in as he always does when one of his father's servants becomes weak. She dedicated herself to lust, becoming such a hussy. After she tired of her dalliance with the bard, she moved onto other vices. But she needs money. She rents our her magics, prostitutes herself in every way imaginable. She put a spell of ardor on Ava, giving her an unnatural attraction to another.” “My father,” Ava whispered. “Did you make a mural about Swanhilda?” I asked, standing only a foot away. I peered at the sad man. “Is this her husband watching her cuckold him.” “No, no,” Otmar said. I heard the padding of feet, the rustling of robes. His scent grew stronger. “That is Luben witnessing his wife, Biaute lying with one of her many lovers. If indian you notice the slight curve to her belly.” “She's pregnant!” I gasped, staring at the representation of the Goddess of Beauty. “The only child she ever conceived for her husband, Luben,” Otmar said. “But her wanton ways corrupted their son. Las was birthed brimming with desire. But Luben loved her still. He was faithful to her, Babes welcoming her back after her trysts.” “What a fool,” I said, my tail slashing behind me. “Why would anyone want to be with someone who cheats on them and hurts them? Look at how sad he is.” “Very...” Otmar said, his voice thick. I let my gaze linger, mentally chastising myself for wearing jeans instead of indian a short skirt like Lexi. “God, Dee, oh, you, ah, I feel so much of you.” The girl thought she thought she saw a shadow of panic in Mark's eyes. So we spent the rest of movie night making our own movies, and I didn’t mind watching those with Frank afterwards. “It`s just that I`ve been watching you from across the way.” Continued Melanie. Put your hands down girl, or do you want us Babes to hold one hand each?” Part of him wanted to run from the room while another part of him thought he should beg for forgiveness. Or because of that love, she was wearing the long sweater and panties only… It was something to imagine. I'll do anything for her.” "Still I am quite sure they took part in our rapes." Now, please now! He asked if we would like to take his SUV. It didn't take long before she pushed back on his cock and began mumbling in Spanish and covering his black cock with her juices. Ryan obviously realised all this early on in our relationship and although he misjudges my level of sexual excitement at times, he has been exposing me because he knows that, when I’m sexually excited, I love it. You have not slept for nearly a week.” I took him all, deep into my throat. my daughter,” Maria said, looking pained. Some of the crowd cheered as Pinkie was dragged across the line by her huge gang bang tattooed bosoms. Cynthia said she had a little lavender teddy that dad had bought her in Vegas during their honeymoon. May we return to the resort now?" During these moments I had been watching porn on my phone. He was on her other side, though still kneeling on the mat. "Maybe it's because she transformed differently," Elise theorized. “That's right,” purred Mommy. The futa was on top pumping away into the girl's pussy with her foot long cock.