I knew better than to push him. The look in his eyes already told me I was in trouble.I made my way to the bedroom and saw my cuffs lying on the bed. ... picked them up, stroking the soft leather until he came up behind me. I curled into the warmth of his chest as he fastened them snugly on my wrists. Once they were on, I bent over the bed, ass on display.'Oh no, baby. Not there. Middle of the room.'Shit - he WAS mad. I made my way under our hard point in the ceiling. He ran a chain through it. That hurt me a little bit but I understood that I wasn’t her.I thought about what I should say because he was looking to me for advice or maybe just approval. What could I say, ‘have sex with your own mother?’ but he really cared for her. I could tell.“Jake” I began, “I know it’s wrong for most people but what I’ve been doing is wrong too…so I can’t judge you and say not to…do anything. I…I’ve learned that you have to be true to who you are on the inside and not be ashamed of it.” and that. “Harry,” Susan gasped as she broke the kiss to catch her breath. Susan’s hands clutched at the bed sheets as the sorcerer drew back his hips. “Ugh…You are so deep inside of me,” the witch declared while her man slid back into her guts. “That feels so strange…but in a good way.”“Play with your cunny and see what it feels like,” Harry suggested while sliding his hips up and down to pull his prick out of his witch’s bum and then slide his manhood back into her tight depths. Susan slid a hand. I told the guards to fetch the King to explain why I was held so, but my orders were ignored and I knew why I was held; to keep me away from my beloved bull. On the morning of the third day one of my husbands advisors came to me. He was a rather small, fat man who always seemed to be perspiring and was not averse to intrigue and other devious schemes to increase his own power and status. I had never liked him.‘My Lord the King – your husband,’ I did not care for his not so subtle reminder,.