Outdoor Fun With A Fiery Redhead At The Party

“Good.” His hand slid down my thigh, between my legs, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his girls to have a thick, natural bush. Tom laughed. My heart was beating rapidly, memories of the Demon Wars flooding my mind. Tom grunted. I stood still, keeping my face composed as I warred with my desires. As I was about to open my mouth, a loud noise came from outside. I was summoned by my true masters—Mark and Mary. Pale tan lines covered her body. “I will start wearing it again.”
He relaxed, smiling. First, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental buildings, then food stores were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were skirmishes with the bodyguards. I reclined next to Tom, serving him food while Miyoko sat on his other side, serving him tea and sake. If I didn’t have so much responsibility these days, I would slip up again. She had bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of