The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]
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				Title: <strong>The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Midnight</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 00:03:53</strong>
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				The hooded figure flitted through the darkened streets, slipping parcels onto doorsteps before climbing back up into the horse and carriage to be taken to the next destination.&nbsp; The stealth was necessary to maintain anonimity, thus ensuring the mystery drew in the intended recipient of the missive.&nbsp; <br><br>Each parcel was wrapped in non-descript brown paper tied with string with only the recievers name in plain block script.&nbsp; Inside each would unwrap the tissue to find a simple blue card with black printed text, a black hooded cape (http://www.ivymoon.co.uk/products/images/cloaks/simple_black.jpg) and a white half mask (http://www.costumersnetwork.com/prodimages/TI01.jpg).<br><br><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: vivaldi;" class="bbc_font"><strong>'The next meeting of The Society of Deviant Minds will occur on the third night of March.&nbsp; Be prepared.&nbsp; For new initiates: Please don the items herein and wait for your driver to arrive at 8pm.'</strong></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 03:16:47</strong>
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				Malvina Reynolds, a tall, well-built woman (decidedly <em>not</em> a lady) whose blonde hair is scandoulsly short, opens her door after hearing a noise, and spots the parcel. She picks it up and carries it into her house, setting it on the table and opening it, smiling broadly at spotting the contents. She reads the card and checks the clock, then heads off to prepare.
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				Post by: <strong>Sonja</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 16:33:16</strong>
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				Avya jumped for joy upon reading the letter, running to her wardrobe to consider what outfit to wear.&nbsp; She settled on a silk gown, low-cut to show ample cleavage and tapering to a thin strip past her waist.&nbsp; The thin srip of the dress' bottom dangled between her legs, covering her privates and little else.&nbsp; Black lace stockings and heels completed her attire along with the requisite accessories as she went out to await her transportation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erebus</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 10:58:45</strong>
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				(http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr159/palmer_eldridge/The%20Society%20of%20Deviant%20Minds/Lou_Arasht_25.gif)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lou had just lit one of his favor cigars, while still in the bathtub taking his daily bath, when the proximity surveilance system console buzzer came to life. Someone was closer than wisdom will suggest to the outer fence of his mansion.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Within seconds, he was in front of the console, switching the main CCTV display to the one with the blinking yellow light.&nbsp; He immediatelly noticed the discreet parcel at his front gate. With a smirk he grasped a wardrobe from his closet and went out to collect it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;'<em><strong>The next meeting of The Society of Deviant Minds will occur on the third night of March.&nbsp; Be prepared.&nbsp; For new initiates: Please don the items herein and wait for your driver to arrive at 8pm.</strong></em>' <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"<em>Hmmm</em>" he murmured looking at he cape and the mask now laying on his bed.&nbsp; He tossed the blue card on the bed and went back to finish taking his bath...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starchaser</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 12:42:15</strong>
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				He stared at himself in the mirror. Bright blue-grey eyes stared back from the skull like mask he wore under the hooded cloak. Richard felt a little ridiculous, like a student on his way to a halloween party. Who had sent the parcel? Was it realy meant for him? Richard wondered if there had been a mistake. Perhaps it was a trap. Maybe he would get there to find the Burning Eye waiting for him. He would still go. He was getting tired of running.<br><br>Richard glanced over at the beautiful redhead sleeping soundly in the bed beside the mirror. He knew nothing about her except her name, Josephine, and the fact that she was an art student. He had hastily scribbled a note apologising for his absence and left enough money for her to hail a taxi. He'd been very hungry. She wouldn't wake for at least twelve hours.<br><br>He probably wouldn't see her again. He never did see them again.<br><br>He glanced at his watch. Nearly eight. He walked to the window and looked ouside, waiting to see if the taxi had arrived. In his fed state his senses were heightened. He was in that same condition that would allow him to see outside the window without looking, open it without using his hands. He didn't expend that residual psychic high. He needed to keep that energy in case it was a trap. He had a bad feeling about this whole thing...<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 03:27:26</strong>
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				Cadence looked down at the invitation in her hands, turning it over and over in her hands.&nbsp; She wasn't sure where it had come from, but it sounded...exciting. She took a long bath and shaved armpits and legs, and then shaved between her legs, making sure she was soft and smooth to the top of her slit. <br><br>When finished, she got out and dried off and dug through her bag (she never unpacked.&nbsp; Unpacking meant you were staying, and Cadence never stayed long.) and came up with the perfect dress.&nbsp; Simple, but perfect. Nothing more than 2 pieces of soft thin suede, leather lacings exposing a two inch strip of flesh from hip to breast up both sides, another lacing showing off generous cleavage, and the ties that held the dress in place on each shoulder. The leather fell just a few inches below her butt, and the dress was designed to be worn with nothing underneath. <br><br>Once dressed, she put on the mask and the hooded cape, and waited for her ride.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lucifael</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 16:03:01</strong>
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				The door to the warehouse that was now his home rolled aside revealing a black emptiness past its rough sanded frame. John’s face came forward into the harsh glare of the sodium street light still dripping in the evening fog and the shadows parted like a regretful curtain as he reached a gloved hand down to the parcel. The shadow of his hand rushed across the cement to caress the item before his hand reached it.<br><br>He looked at the inscription, his name. The form of the letters told him the writer was right-handed but the string was clearly tied by a left-handed person, most likely a woman. It was a woman’s knot. The package spoke of many people to his practiced eye an organization perhaps. Certainly a group that enjoyed some amount of secrecy<br><br>Snapping the string, John found the note and the items. Holding the card up to the light he noted the milky consistency to the blue paper. It was a fine sheet like those sold to the ladies of the Perl district. But no perfume…he sniffed it lightly. No, no perfume. This card had never been in the Pearl district. Curious.<br><br>Lastly, the script of the note gave him the indications of yet another person. The light female writing seemed to have been written in the presence of a single light because of its tilting letters that grew as they moved across the page, presumably toward the writers light source. <br><br>John briefly pictured a woman bent over a desk scratching at a blue note card, with the package beside her…cards. John mentally snapped fingers suddenly seeing the woman not with one note but several on her desk…yes, scratching at the notes and then giving tem to someone else who packed the parcels and finally someone who wrote the addresses.<br><br>Others would be getting these. At this very moment, others would be getting these notes, these theatrical packages. And for John, curious had long since given way to a need to know and he made ready to find out.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Midnight</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 03:47:43</strong>
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				<em>The horse drawn carriage arrives on the hour, the bells of St Dominic's chime loudly across the city echoed by the bells of lesser churches.&nbsp; The driver doesn't dismount but a porter steps down to open the carriage door for you, their hood drawn high, face masked as they usher you inside.&nbsp; Not a single noise comes from anything about the carriage, not the horses, the driver, everything is silent and assexual.<br><br>You are alone in here, the windows are painted black upon the outside and you cannot see beyond them, there is a small tray with a goblet of wine and some cheese upon it.&nbsp; These will be your only sustenance upon your way.&nbsp; <br><br>A whip cracks and the horses move away your destination unknown.&nbsp; </em>
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				Post by: <strong>Erebus</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 11:45:20</strong>
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				(http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr159/palmer_eldridge/The%20Society%20of%20Deviant%20Minds/Lou_Arasht_25.gif)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The day has finally arrived. From the time he woke up, he could think of nothing else but that blue card. <strong><em>'The next meeting of The Society of Deviant Minds will occur on the third night of March.&nbsp; Be prepared.&nbsp; For new initiates: Please don the items herein and wait for your driver to arrive at 8pm.'</em></strong> Tonight was the night. He took another peek at the clock on his desk. 18:00 Two hours to go.&nbsp; He tapped and smacked his tail on the floor in anticipation.&nbsp; Lights another cigar to calm him down as he waits for the clock to read 20:00.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The yellow light on the surveillance console came to life just as the bells of St. Dominic's.&nbsp; Finally the time has come.&nbsp; He had been standing there, dressed in his diner tuxedo, watching the monitor almost twenty minutes now.&nbsp; He smiled as he put the black cape and the white mask on, heading for the door.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The carriage in front of his door is barely visible, even to his sharp eyes.&nbsp; The night is pitch black and he himself had turned the gate lights off earlier today.&nbsp; There is an eerie silence around the carriege. Even the horses make no sound, as if them too are aware of the importance of discretion.&nbsp; Once inside, the stink of cheese strikes his nostrils. The source of it lays on a small tray besides a goblet of wine.&nbsp; He makes a mental note to inform whoever is in charge, about his disgust&nbsp; for any kind of cheese.&nbsp; He lights&nbsp; another cigar in an attempt to cover the awful smell.&nbsp; Soon the heavy aroma from his cigar covers pretty much everything inside the carriage and he can now taste the wine, which he finds delicious.&nbsp; Unable to look outside the black-painted windows, he sinks into his thoughts smoking, hearing only the sound of the wheels on the road.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lucifael</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 16:06:26</strong>
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				John, observed the carriage with some trepidation. <em>Black carriage, blackened windows to hide the route…wheels, the grit…from the docks, perhaps…the boots, scuffs…look at their boots to determine where they came from&nbsp; and so find who they are…check their walk to find…</em><br><br>He closed his eyes briefly willing the inner machine that was his perception to cease, to quiet. This was an invitation, an offer, not to mention, a chance to step outside his little ring of self-pity and hunger. The shadows of the doorframe fled across the gray walls of the warehouse to hide behind him as the horses clopped to a stop and the porter appeared from the far side of the vehicle mysteriously.<br><br>The door opened soundlessly revealing the darkened interior with its tray, the goblet and the cheese. <em>Soundlessly…not from the docks then</em>. John moved to enter the carriage and the inky shadows of his passing rushed ahead of him stretching into the interior and then gripping black, flat fingers of darkness subtly around the frame of the door as he climbed in and settled into the padded bench seat.<br><br>The door swung closed with a click leaving his in a comfortable darkness. John could feel figures unfolding in the midnight around him, gazing at him with sightless eyes, nearly touching him with shapeless hands, twitching fingers of obsidian night just inches away from his skin everywhere, and inside his body, the cold hollow pit that was his constant hunger.<br><br>He pulled the goblet up to his mouth, sniffing the wine experimentally.<br><br><em>A newer vintage…not very aged at all and simple to trace...a mistake or a message…too much has been planned to slip on something so minor …especially if they had the sense to bank on his compliance…definitely a message… a message that said don’t get to cocky, investigator…they could clearly play this game as well as he.</em><br><br>Not for the first time in his lifetime, John Byron questioned his judgment in taking this latest risk. Then he took a long drink. <br><br><em>No sense in wasting it.</em><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 00:54:27</strong>
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				Mal settles back in the carriage, selecting a small piece of cheese and nibbling at it, nodding and smiling behind the mask as she approves of the flavour. She gently sips the wine as she sinks back into the seat, thinking ahead in anticipation of the evening's...activities. <br><br>She soon stops lest she get too excited, and instead turns her thoughts to the shipbuilding business she runs; have they ordered enough steel? Is the boilermaker going to deliver their next shipment on time? And would the corvette currently on trials for the Sultan meet specifications...
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				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 03:14:15</strong>
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				Cadence literally bounced into the carriage, excited and ready for whatever came next. Her green eyes sparkled as she reached nervously for cheese and crackers, planning on putting food in her belly to absorb any alcohol she might take in tonight. <br><br>Her belly fluttered at the various thoughts that ran through her curly head, and she reached for one of the finger sandwiches. <em>You only know what you hope will happen, Cadence. For all you know, this may be a trap.</em>&nbsp; She giggled at the thought.&nbsp; Its not like she hadn't been jailed before, not like she hadn't escaped (or slept her way out) of some of the finer prisons...
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				Post by: <strong>Starchaser</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 08:55:42</strong>
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				Senses heightened, Richard cautiously stepped into the carriage. He made a note of the cheese and wine, but did nothing with either. He wasn't hungry, especially for cheese, and he didn't want to drink alcohol as he needed to keep his wits about him.<br><br>Reaching out with his mind he tried to connect with the aura of the driver and porter, trying to determine sex and age, as well as trying to sense any hostile or otherwise dangerous intentions from either of them.<br><br>Nothing else for it but to sit back and enjoy the ride. The windows had been blackened out so there was no way of knowing where he was going, so he just sat back, relaxed, and tried to judge in his head the direction and distance that the carriage was taking by its motion.
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				Post by: <strong>Midnight</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 05:38:23</strong>
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				<em>After three hours of travelling, at varying speeds and across different landscapes (hills, flats, bridges) the carriage slows and comes to a halt.&nbsp; The door opens without a word and as you step out you find yourself standing on the drive way of a huge english manor house, a trail of lights leads off around to the left of the building and the porter takes your bag with a curt instruction to follow the path.<br><br>The full moon overhead makes the night sky seem like daylight and around you, you can see low hedges and rose gardens but also off in the distance there are stables, tennis courts and swimming pools.&nbsp; Other carriages are pulling up and people alighting, a band strikes up from the rear courtyard of the house and as you follow the path you can see inside the windows a large dinner table covered in a sumptuous buffet, a grand ballroom lit up brightly with couples dancing and a feeling of decadence everywhere.<br><br>The courtyard is surrounded by olive trees, fairy lights twinkle and candles flicker their light upon the string quartet you could hear from the drive.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 22:18:14</strong>
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				Cadence stepped out of the carriage and looked around, reluctant to let her bag go and grateful for the few items of protection she had secured within her cape.&nbsp; She followed the path as instructed, taking in the beautiful gardens. The place was huge, and beautiful! She hummed along with the tune the band was playing, wishing she had her violin so she could join them. Invitation in hand, Cadence made her way to the door and knocked.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lucifael</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 07:58:27</strong>
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				As the carriage ground to a halt on the gravel of the front manor house circle, John looked from the shadowy interior like a shade himself tucked into the close walls of the coach and painted midnight by the black hooded cape and his own pool of shadows slowly winding around him.<br><br>When the door opened soundlessly, the shadows, so recently crouched inside the vehicle alongside him, rushed out ahead, fleeing before his feet as he stepped from the coach step below the door. They spread across the white gravel and manicured grass like hounds loosed. Beneath his mask darkness hid his eyes in a starless depth while shining forth its white planes as if cast into a harsh light. Inside the draping robe figures slide through the blackness among the shapes of his coat and arms.<br><br>John briefly looked left and then right talking in the other carriages and their cargo unlimbering after their long rides, similar to his own certainly. He notes their costumes each exactly like his own. Who was hiding from whom, he wondered absently as he made his way toward the house. Clearly he was not supposed to interact with these people yet. Someone had a message to deliver and the sooner he found them the sooner he would understand at last what was going on. There would be time for questions once the guise was lifted.<br><br>As he drew near the carved mahogany front double doors he saw that one of their costumed compatriots had already arrived upon the circular marble steps and was rapping on the door, and humming. John stopped short of mounting the steps as well. For some reason he found the mixture of the dark sinister cape and baleful white mask together with the sweet female voice humming along with the orchestra, unnerving. She seemed to enjoy herself and she knew the piece as well. She was a musician? <br><br><em>She is too short to be a dancer…she knows the music…she anticipates the key changes….her fingers, knocking on the door…strong and agile…a stringed instrument…not a guitar, wrong sort of calluses…cello? Violin? Viola?...</em><br><br>John looks back at the other masked guests advancing towards them. This would be an interesting night, without a doubt.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 11:28:18</strong>
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				Mal exits her carriage and pauses, stretching a little before adjusting her mask, the tight white dress under the cape showing her body off to best advantage. Hearing the band, she starts up the walkway, her stride being that of someone who's used to giving orders and having them follows - but still with a hint of immaturity, of the not-yet-rounded-off edges that get smoothed by greater experience. <br><br>Spotting the two by the door, she pauses, studying them. Something about the female figure seems vaguely familiar to her, but she remains quiet, merely waiting for the door to be answered.
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				Post by: <strong>Erebus</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 14:53:02</strong>
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				(http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr159/palmer_eldridge/The%20Society%20of%20Deviant%20Minds/Lou_Arasht_25.gif)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally after a long three hour ride, the carriage came to a stop and a porter appeared at the opened door. As he stepped out of the carriage, the smoke from his cigars, preceded him giving the impression to whomever might be watching, he was ascending from the depths of Hell.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The first thing Lou noticed was the moon. It was now high up in the sky and in it's full pale glory. A perfect omen of the thinks to come. The second was the size of the manor. This place was enormous. He could see tennis courts and swimming pools in the distance and the manor itself ...well it sure wins the impressions. In his mind he figured that an estate like this wouldn't be too hard to find for a man with his assets, should the need arise.&nbsp; But then tossed away this kind of thoughts, for the couples dancing inside the house and the music coming from the string quartet, promised dark and unforgettable pleasures.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Reaching the end of the path to the gate, Lou sees three figures already there. He can't make out any characteristics as they are all wearing the same hood like he is and moreover he is approaching them from behind.&nbsp; However, the third hood seems more dark than the other two. As if the pale moonlight avoids contact with the figure!&nbsp; He feels his scales shiver and a silent hisss escapes his throat, as he waits by the door.
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				Post by: <strong>Midnight</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 05:27:21</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=30220.msg1701687#msg1701687">Quote from: MzNurse on 08-03-2009, 22:18:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Cadence stepped out of the carriage and looked around, reluctant to let her bag go and grateful for the few items of protection she had secured within her cape.&nbsp; She followed the path as instructed, taking in the beautiful gardens. The place was huge, and beautiful! She hummed along with the tune the band was playing, wishing she had her violin so she could join them. Invitation in hand, Cadence made her way to the door and knocked.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>The door opens and a butler stands there, in full regalia and wearing a blank white mask with no features other than eye and mouth slits.&nbsp; It&nbsp; is only his physical presence that suggests he is, in fact, male until his voice issues forth.<br><br>"Mistresses Mal &amp; Cadence, Masters John &amp; Lou, a pleasure.&nbsp; Please allow me to take your cloaks from you."&nbsp; He eyes you as each of you comply and lets his eyes travel the length of your bodies, you are unable to tell what he is thinking due to the mask.<br><br>"We have few rules here.&nbsp; One being that you keep your mask on at all times and do not share personal details.&nbsp; Please feel free to partake of <span class="bbc_u">anything</span> you wish too. If you have any desires that are not being met please approach a member of staff - known by the masks that we wear - and we will endeavor to give you anything you need.&nbsp; Be it human, beast, toys, a jolly rogering.&nbsp; No one leaves unfucked if they desire it."<br><br>He bows to you and then vanishes into the crowds leaving you each to decide next where to go.&nbsp; The ballroom is filled with bodies dancing and the dining room is emitting delicious scents, there are couples and groups in various stages of courtship.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 06:44:01</strong>
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				Mal hands over her cloak, and raises an eyebrow behind her mask as one of the names mentioned sounds familiar.<br>Thank you. I will certainly enjoy tonight, I am sure.<br><br>The removal of the cloak reveals what she's wearing: a tight, black strapless, backless gown that is cut <em>way</em> up her thighs, black stockings with a garter belt, and black heels...<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 15:04:00</strong>
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				<em>Mal?&nbsp; This was Mal standing next to her?</em> No...that would just be too much coincidence.&nbsp; Mal was off on a ship somewhere, not due back for another...she calculated quickly...3 months.&nbsp; Her mind had been so preoccupied with thoughts of Mal that she handed over her cloak without thinking, showing off the two pieces of soft suedelike material laced up the sides that she called a dress.
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				Post by: <strong>Erebus</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 11:00:18</strong>
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				(http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr159/palmer_eldridge/The%20Society%20of%20Deviant%20Minds/Lou_Arasht_25.gif)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mal, Cadence and John. These are the three people Lou knew best in here, for the time being that is. At least he knew their names.&nbsp; He took the time to examine them better now that the cloaks were off.&nbsp; Both girls were astonishing beautiful and sexy. The man, John on the other hand had something eerie on him, although Lou sensed a kind, noble soul deep in those shadows surrounding him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He looked to his right at the ballroom, at the couples dancing and making out and he felt a heat rising between his loins. He knew now he made the right decision coming here tonight. To his left the dining room was filled with gastronomical pleasures and he decided to get himself something to drink and maybe a bite of something to eat. Besides cheese.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>"Would you lovely ladies and you dear sir, care to join me for a drink?"</em> He spoke, smiling at them. 
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				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 19:42:47</strong>
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				I believe I would, thank you sir. Mal's voice contains a hint of amusement as she accepts, pausing to take a long look at the other woman in the group curiously. <em>It certainly looks like her...but that would be too much of a coincidence, and it's been so long...</em><br>Shaking her head, she motions for 'Master Lou' to lead the way to the refreshments.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lucifael</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 21:12:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the door opens, the shadows that had so recently hugged his sides, fled into the bushes like startled soundless blackbirds. The warm light from the heart of the house shined on the mask making it glow in the darkness. <br><br>One of the initiates stepped up immediately, the musician. She stepped up and handed over her cape revealing a panel dress that did very little to hide her curvy form. From the swish of her hips she seemed no more interested in modesty that her dress.<br><br>Another of the newcomers suggested that they get together and have a drink inside and that sounded reasonable. <br><br>John moved forward into the light and the collected sounds of a house alive washed over him, the clinking of glasses and trays, the sound of shoes on eth hardwood floors and the constant bubbling murmur of quiet conversation mixed with the music to form a heady alchemy. <br><br>John follows the others as the candlelit shadows stretch toward him, brushing the soles of his shoes in passing. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 13:50:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cadence smiled behind her mask at the man that offered to lead them to drinks. She listened as Mal replied, but the masks seemed designed to alter the voices so that it was impossible to tell anything from that.&nbsp; The figure seemed to be Mal, but.... <br><br>She shrugged as she followed Mal and the man to the drinks. <em>Nice ass...on both of them...</em>&nbsp; So...are you John or Lou? she asked curiously.&nbsp; I'm Cadence, which means this is Mal...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 23:30:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mal, who happens to be putting a little extra sway in that ass for the benifit of those following, glances back over her shoulder at Cadence, a smile spreading behind her mask. Indeed it is. And may I say it's a pleasure to meet ya, although I almost feel like I know you from before somewhere...?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 01:29:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even if we did, we couldn't admit it without being thrown out.&nbsp; And I'm rather enjoying myself, Cadence replied with a smile as she reached for a glass of champagne. Her eyes took in everything around her as she unconconsciously hummed along with the music.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 04:47:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ah yes, that would rather put a lid on the fun, wouldn't it? Mal chuckles and selects a glass herself. I'm sure all of us will be enjoyin' ourselves rather more as the evening goes on. A toast to fun, then? She raises her glass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erebus</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 15:34:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr159/palmer_eldridge/The%20Society%20of%20Deviant%20Minds/Lou_Arasht_25.gif)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"<em>Cheers ladies! And gentlemen!</em>" Lou said as he raised his glass.&nbsp; I'm Lou my dear Cadence, which makes this fine gentleman next to me John. <br><br>((OOC: Lovely Cadence, you couldn't have seen my ass, because of the tail! lol.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lucifael</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 16:37:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the scale next to him called his name John stiffened slightly, his gloved hand stopping just short of the glass of champagne. Silently cursing his involuntary tell he retrieved the glass carefully and raises it with the others.<br><br>“I can neither confirm nor deny your assertion, sir.” He said bringing to cool rim of the glass to his lips. The distant hunger, that falling empty place in him twisted slightly as the sparkling wine touched his lips, wetting them with a hiss.<br><br>“Mainly because it seems foolish to attempt either. I am more concerned with why we have been brought together tonight under such mysterious circumstances.” John says motion with his glass around the room. His shadow seems to point is several different directions at once.<br><br>“Such grandiose deception… Is this elaborate ruse simply for the needs of carnal anonymity? Or is there something deeper at work?” he says contemplatively, almost to himself. Then he looks Cadence up and down, the dark holes of his mask tracing her barely covered shape.<br><br>“I should also mention that you cut a striking figure even among the fine plumage of this crowd my dear, quite striking indeed.”<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 01:04:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cadence smiled under her mask.&nbsp; It's nice to meet both of you, she said, sipping at her champagne and wondering why John was so tense. Does everything have to have an ulterior motive? she asked him. Have you never done anything just for the hell of it?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 19:00:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mal rolls her eyes, the mask hiding her own smirk. I agree - lookin' for motives that aren't there is a very fine way to not enjoy yourself. Cut loose and have some fun! She steps over going to slip an arm around Cadence's shoulders while smirking at the two men, tilting one leg <em>just</em> so so all of that leg shows as the hem of her dress slips up... I mean, really, why not just enjoy the view, for starters? She winked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erebus</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 11:42:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr159/palmer_eldridge/The%20Society%20of%20Deviant%20Minds/Lou_Arasht_25.gif)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lou felt the tension in the air, and he knew he had to do something to ease it.&nbsp; No point in destroying what seemed to be every man's dream coming true.&nbsp; With his glass still in his hand, he walked behind the two women and hugged them by the waist, sliding his masked head between their heads smiling underneath his mask.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"<em>Please, dear sir. Forgive me if I made you uncomfortable.&nbsp; I got dazzled by these fine beauties and forgot my manners.</em>" He squeezed the two women onto his firm body, while at the same time, he caressed Mal's cheek with his glass, leaving a small trail of champagne on her face.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 19:39:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://public4.tektek.org/img/av/0904/d08/0956/765b247.png)<br><br>Mal can't suppress a slight shiver at the chill touch of the champagne glass on her cheek, chuckling throatily and wrapping an arm around Lou to press herself more tightly against him - and reach over to give Cadence a squeeze on the ass while she was at it. So you saw us pretty girls and all the blood rushed from your head to your head, then, eh? That's alright handsome, I kinda think that's what we want, right dear? She grins and leans a little closer to whisper. <span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">And I always like the feel of something on my face.</span> Chuckling again, she took a deep draw from her own glass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 04:12:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cadence smiled and snuggled closer to Lou. She giggled as she leaned up to kiss his cheek and ran a hand up his chest.&nbsp; Sometimes the best thing to do is just let go and let nature take its course.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erebus</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 16:00:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr159/palmer_eldridge/The%20Society%20of%20Deviant%20Minds/Lou_Arasht_25.gif)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The bodies of the two young ladies pressing against his, the kisses on his cheek and the words coming out of their soft lips, made his two penises grow hard inside his trousers.&nbsp; With his glass of champagne still in his hand he pushed Malvina ever harder on him, wanting her to feel his twin arousal on her hips.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With his other hand he reached down for Cadence's ass. He was happily surprised when he found that Mal had beaten him to it. He cupped Malvina's hand and he lead her hand all over that curvy ass.&nbsp; A hiss full of passion escaped his reptile throat as he felt Cadence's body shiver at their touch.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He leaned his head towards Malvina and his lips found hers willing.&nbsp; He put more pressure on Cadence's ass as he buried his forked tongue deep into Malvina's mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 17:10:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mal's eyes go wide for a moment, then she chuckles as she sets down her glass, turning her body torwards Lou with a wink. <span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Mmm, feels like you've got enough for two down there.</span> She shivers slightly as her hand is moved over the oh-so-familar curves of the other woman's backside, becoming more certain she knows her but more aroused by the thought of not knowing for sure...<br><br>And then she is kissed, hard and deeply, a moan escaping her lips as a long, probing tongue snakes into her mouth, trying to return the favour but finding it difficult to collect her mind from all the sensations assauting it, settling for turning still more into Lou and pressing herself against his hips, reaching around him to run her hands up and down the other woman's body even as her own begs for release from the confines of her dress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starchaser</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 13:15:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Richard frowned. Not that the frown showed under the mask. He bowed to the assembled guests.<br><br>"John Alexander, at your service", he said. He decided not to reveal his real name at this point in time, until he knew more about what was going on here.<br><br>He followed the others into the ballroom, taking a glass from one of the servants and sipping it, he watched the crowd as they moved, danced, fratenized. For the moment he would observe, but as he did so he watched for an opening, someone who might be on their own, someone he might use to find out more about where he was and why he was here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>17-04-2009, 01:52:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cadence moaned softly as she felt two sets of hands on her ass and gently rubbed herself against Lou. One hand explored his back and tail while the other explored the familiar feel of Mal's butt.&nbsp; Could it be?&nbsp; It certainly felt like it...&nbsp; She shivered, neither knowing for sure nor caring at this point.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erebus</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 14:48:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr159/palmer_eldridge/The%20Society%20of%20Deviant%20Minds/Lou_Arasht_25.gif)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He found himself sandwiched between the two beauties, as they caressed each other. Their moans in his ears, their breaths deeper and heavier. He knew he wouldn't be able to behave much longer under these circumstances.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gathering his last drops of decency he raised his glass and saluted the newcomer.&nbsp; "<em>Cheers to you John Alexander. As you can see for yourself, these two lovely ladies won't wait much longer.&nbsp; I am more than capable of handling them myself, but since you're here, an extra pair of ...hands would be appreciated</em>". He turned towards the other gentleman and he said: "<em>The same goes for you too my dark, silent friend</em>".&nbsp; With that he emptied his glass and tossed it on the table. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With both his hands available, he turned towards Cadence and cupped her breasts, enjoying their weight in his hands. "<em>Mmmm I wanted to taste those twins the moment I saw them.</em>" He said to her.&nbsp; Behind him Mal kept squeezing him between her and Cadence in a lust-dance that would soon consume them all.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 15:32:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling the familar squeeze on her ass, Mal gasped softly before moaning deep and long, the sound likely familiar despite the disguising properties of the mask...and driving her mind over the edge, giving Cadence's own backside a two-handed grope before letting go, and moving away from Lou as well...just enough to allow her to slip the straps of her dress off her shoulders, the thin, filmy black material sliding down her body to land in a heap around her feet. Showing off her endowment, sizeable and delectably firm, as well as the fact that aside from her head, there wasn't a single hair on her body...<br><br>Stepping back forwards, she wrapped her arms back around Lou, pressing herself against his back and shuddering as she lifted a leg to position herself, gently slidng down to find herself virtually sitting atop the base of his tail, even as her hands once more found Cadence, fingertips trailing down the sides of the other woman's stomach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 19:42:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> With both his hands available, he turned towards Cadence and cupped her breasts, enjoying their weight in his hands. "Mmmm I wanted to taste those twins the moment I saw them." He said to her.&nbsp; Behind him Mal kept squeezing him between her and Cadence in a lust-dance that would soon consume them all.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cadence moaned softly, pressing her breasts more firmly into his hands. Then you should have your taste... she whispered in a voice husky with passion as she watched Mal strip. In fact, I would like that very much... Her eyes widened and she gasped a little as her hand found his erections. Oh...yes....very very much... she murmurred as she slowly began to stroke him through his pants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erebus</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 15:28:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr159/palmer_eldridge/The%20Society%20of%20Deviant%20Minds/Lou_Arasht_25.gif)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mal was riding his tail, giving him a shivering sensation as he could feel her wetness between her thighs. Slowly and gently he moved his tail rubbing it against Mal's pussy-lips giving her waves of raw beastie pleasure, as a fore-sign of what's to come.&nbsp; He could feel the pressure on his back from Mal's breasts and he could see her hands moving downwards Cadence's body.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He suddenly realized that Cadence's hand was stroking one of his already rock-hard dicks while he had those beautiful breasts of her in his hands.&nbsp; He leaned towards those flesh mounds and he nibbled at one of her nipples.&nbsp; This send a violent spasm throughout Cadence's body and a moan escaped her.&nbsp; He continued bitting softly and kissing her nipple, while with his other hand was squeezing her other breast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 02:13:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mal lets out a long, low moan of pleasure as her pussy gets rubbed by Lou's tail, the wetness quickly increasing as a shiver runs through her body.<br><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Mmm...so nice...</span> She gently nibbles at his neck. <span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">So yummy too.</span> Reaching down, she goes to assist Cadence in providing some manual stimulation, the thought of one dick for each of them making her incredibly hot as she starts rolling her hips, grinding against Lou's back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 05:55:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cadence thought it was a damn good thing she had two sets of hands helping her stay on her feet.&nbsp; Mal's hands had a familiar touch, a touch that knew just where to go and what to do to tease her to insane heights.&nbsp; That touch, combined with the feeling of Lou tugging and nipping at her breasts, was causing her knees to weaken.&nbsp; She moaned as one hand continued to stroke him and the other slid up into his hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erebus</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 15:25:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr159/palmer_eldridge/The%20Society%20of%20Deviant%20Minds/Lou_Arasht_25.gif)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sensation is becoming overwhelming. He rolls a little bit around himself, giving another pleasurable tail rubbing to Mal's&nbsp; privates and positions himself in front of the two lovely ladies, while they're still stroking him through his pants.&nbsp; Now as the three of them form a triangle, he gently pulls Mal's head towards Cadence's, while lowering them to the height of his dual erection at the same time.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>"Now I need to get rid of these pants dears.&nbsp; It will only take me a few seconds, but you can enjoy each other's lips in the meantime."</em> He spoke with a hissing, trembling from anticipation voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 11:27:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding wordlessly, Mal turns and quickly locks lips with the other woman, the familar sensation sending a shiver down her spine as she pulls Cadence closer and rubs against her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 03:56:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cadence gladly returns the kiss, hands creeping low to grab Mal's ass and give it a gentle squeeze, smiling as she no longer has doubts as to the identity. Her kiss turns hungry, and her tongue begins to explore as she moans softly into Mal's mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erebus</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 12:27:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr159/palmer_eldridge/The%20Society%20of%20Deviant%20Minds/Lou_Arasht_25.gif)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Their kiss is long, deep, wet and passionate. Lou, is now completely naked. His tux and underwear, a pile behind him. Despite the lovely sight the two kissing girls provide, he grasps Cadence's&nbsp; red-haired head, pulls it towards his lower dick and squeezes her wet lips on it's base. Her breath steamy-hot on his balls drives a hissing moan out of his throat.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leaving Cadence's head, he grasps his other dick and bends it downwards Mal, stroking it slowly. He positions it's red tip just before her lips, leaving her the initiative.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 04:31:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cadence didn't argue, and she liked what she was seeing.&nbsp; Fingers reached up to trace delicate, featherlite designs along his shaft as her tongue flicked out for a teasing taste of his balls. She looked up and smiled as she realized she would be able to watch every move Mal made. She could watch and have fun at the same time.&nbsp; She gently sucked a testicle into her mouth, humming softly as she stroked his shaft. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 06:35:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mal continues the kiss with Cadence for as long as she can, surprise and delight at finding her lover here making her even more excited than she was before finally, reluctantly, they pull apart....<br><br>She flashes a quick grin at Cadence as Lou positions his cock for her, then leans forwards and flicks out her tongue, just brushing the tip, teasingly, then flicking it again against the underside of the head before, hungrily, leaning in to wrap her ruby lips around it, tongue going to work as she slides her hands down the shaft.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erebus</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 15:07:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr159/palmer_eldridge/The%20Society%20of%20Deviant%20Minds/Lou_Arasht_25.gif)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lou feels as if they were inside a giant bubble, leaving the room's ambient noise and the music from the strings outside.&nbsp; His eyes feasting on the two heads below.&nbsp; He sees Cadence watching Mal as she's sucking him, while she plays with his balls at the same time. Her eyes full of lust and passion.&nbsp; He cups Mal's head from behind and forces his hard dick deep into her throat.&nbsp; He sees Cadence smiling naughty at the sight of his throbbing dick violating Mal's throat and she puts just a little more suction on his balls. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 00:58:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cadence moved from his balls to his cock, taking as much in as she could, catching Mal's eye as she did. She timed her movements to Mal's, so that as Mal moved down, Cadence moved up and vice versa. She sucked hungrily, one hand stroking the little bit of his shaft she couldn't quite take in and the other gently rolling his balls back and forth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 02:25:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mal winks at Cadence as she feels Lou's hand on her head, and gags a bit as he shoves himself all the way into her throat, then collects herself and, mentally smirking, swallows around his cock, letting her throat muscles work him before starting to move in sync with Cadence's sucking, her lips and tongue swirling around his shaft as the two girls double-team him, one hand reaching around to rub his ass while the other seeks Cady's for a familar squeeze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erebus</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 13:19:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((OOC: Sorry i am not in the mood these days. Have some personal, well actual work issues and I am really depressed. Hope the situation will resolve soon))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Society of Deviant Minds.  [MUL] [Ex]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 15:27:56</strong>
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				(Take your time, honey.&nbsp; I've been in your place many times.&nbsp; I'll be patient.)
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