Ras nodded and smiled a little. “I understand. I’ll be sure not to tell you about all of my sexual adventures with the Sarevess of this time and how much I miss her still. He probably just wants peace and quiet, he lost a lot when he was dragged here too.” He looked away from them and blocked Inaara out. “Well I’m inviting you to my wedding. I was going to have my daughter go deliver the invite but she can’t detect your island. So if you want to make an appearance it’ll be tomorrow, we don’t have a set time but we’re going to make it happen.” Ras laughed softly and shook his head. “I have nothing to do with the rumors and legend surrounding my cooking. As long as you enjoy it I’m happy.” He looked between them and smiled. “What would you ladies like to drink? No alcohol for you, Vess.”<br/><br/>Jasmine would be subjected to Ras’ seemingly endless stamina and endurance for hours on end. Her only moments of reprieve coming when he would stop to flood her over stuffed body or to change the way she was bound. When he finally finished his second cock vanished and he pulled her off of the other with a shudder and growl. When the torrent of cum flooded out of her ravaged body he dropped her in it and grinned down at her to admire his work.<span style="color: #006666">“Don’t let that go to waste, slut.” </span>He summoned a chair and sat down with a glass of wine.<span style="color: #006666">“Is my ownership of your body still up for debate?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>