Somehow she had to get through this. Surely it couldn't last forever. She might open her eyes any minute and be back in the present. Amanda had decided this was either a dream or she was in a coma. Those were the two most possible scenarios. In which case, whatever she did here was really only happening in her head. This could be her chance to experience things she never would in real life. Some of those naughty fantasies she'd always told herself she shouldn't nurture. No one she knew was here to see her misbehaving, right? Wouldn't it be a mistake to miss this opportunity? And Marcus Cassius had the most enormous organ she'd ever seen. He could kill her with that thing if she didn't get on his good side. But then, would she really die? Would fucking him be like falling off a cliff in a dream and hitting the ground? She tasted pre-cum, but the general still held back. What was he waiting for— Christmas? Nah, they didn't have that yet, did they? Behind her, she knew another man— one she had not yet seen—enjoyed a full, unrestricted view of her waxed private parts while she sucked the general's cock.
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