“Oh, yeah, I bet you can feel that,” he sneered, driving himself forward hard enough to make my head bang against the headboard. “That’s right... take that cock nice and deep. Take it all the way in like a good girl. You’re a good girl keeping me happy while your mother’s away.” He licked my face and started pounding away at my docile body. “Oh, yeah, you can be my regular little fuck toy from now on,” he panted in my ear.I could feel my pussy loosening up, getting wetter and more slick, but. I got scared and excited all at once. They continued their public foreplay and started to massage each other over their jeans. It almost felt like they were putting on a show for me.When the train arrived and we started to board, the shorter blonde german approached me. He must have known I didn't speak German, because he invited me for a drink in his cabin in English with a sexual German accent. Since I only had a general ticket without any privacy, I accepted the invitation.I followed. Still, I had always been his "favorite" nephew, had confided in him before, regarding "girls", and was willing to take the risk. One thing I remembered though, was that the morning after I stayed, when I went home, Uncle Frank had given me a very warm and sensitive hug goodbye. I had liked that!After a week or so of planning and tossing things over in my mind, I phoned Uncle Frank again, with the pretext of mentioning how much I had enjoyed the other evening, and was he up for another? "Of. Laughing, Kabot threw the women to the ground and brought his two fingers to his mouth, tasting her defeat. The taste was not unpleasant, although he normally did not eat pussy, as he regarded the practice to be unmanly.Regarding her, Thorvik smiled and said, “What is your name wench ?”Still gasping for air and trying to cover her nudity, the acolyte meekly answered, “Tura”.Considering this, Kabot said, “Well, Tura, as sacred guardian of the Northern Kingdoms, I claim you as my property. From.