He didn’t appear to be very old, probably mid to late twenties, Lacie guessed. Far younger than most of the ‘guests’ that had visited her in the...last few days. Lacie felt nervousness fill her as butterflies began to flit about in her belly. She began to wonder what he wanted, since his demeanor and clothing already set him far apart from the other men. This one would look more at home on a Hollywood movie set than in the middle of a slave fair. He was, very simply, downright gorgeous. Lacie. “Allie?” I groaned. I opened my eyes, my nipples throbbing in her back. “Am I... in your pussy?”“Yep,” she said as my cock bottomed out in her.“How did that happen?” I asked, confused.“Oh, well, you woke me up by humping my ass.”“I was humping Mrs. Greene's ass,” I muttered.“Ooh, do you have a thing for your teacher?” Allie turned her head. I could see the gleam of her eyes from the light bleeding through my window. “Are you going to fuck her.”“Of course not,” I panted. “She's my teacher. And. And my dick is so ramrod straight that you could easily tie it to my waist. God damn! She gives great head! Now that my dick’s wet and slippery, she opens the condom and with practiced ease, slips it on. Even licking over the rubber she is sending shivers of pleasure up my entire rod. I can’t take it anymore and I tell her so. ‘I got to stick it in you!’ I beg her. ‘Sure, sweet stuff. Sure.’ She chuckles and stands up, hands on her shapely hips, her trimmed bush inches from my face, glistening. She just smiled as he talked, having no idea at all what he was talking about."So what do you remember from before you died, Princess Azizah?" he asked."You may call me Azizah… I am no longer a princess as that life has long since passed and I'm not even in my own country anymore," she said."Okay, Azizah, and you can call me Kevin. So what do you remember?" he asked again."Well, I remember life in my kingdom, living in the palace and my father. I remember seeing him… oh! I remember seeing the.