Making sure her tongue was still working on the woman's pussy, she risked a look at who it was. Glaring down at her with eyes burning with righteous a...thority was the high priest of Cordava. He had a perpetually stern look on his face and his greying bushy eyebrows and beard bristled as he recognized her. Iona felt herself stop, and ripped her eyes away to look at Helga again. She refused to look at the high priest again.“You are here to argue more favourable terms for peace, is that right? By. I am sure the cold gives his cock a pleasant feeling and when it melts of course I lick it off. It runs down to his arse and I get the real pleasure of licking it off his arsehole. He didn't like this earlier but now I can even hear him moan 'that is nice' so,as his Boy, I am very pleased.Later in the evening he had put the hood over my head and made me suck his cock and reached down and was spanking my arse at the same time. Then he said "come with me" and he guided me to the bedroom and laid. I had just met this girl and she seemed so different then anyone I had ever met. So much more mature, so elegant and sophisticated. So different then anyone I had ever known. And yet here she was making me experience sensations I never knew I could feel. It wasn’t too much longer before I felt the most incredible feeling I had ever felt when she pulled my clit into her lips suckling it gently and then softly pushed her finger inside me and I finally couldn’t hold off that overwhelming need. She rushes over, and starts yammering away in French too fast for me to comprehend, accompanied by wild gestures, but I think it meant that they were busy. Next I approach a young man whose bulge is obvious through his cut-offs, and who had been eying me rather hungrily, if I'm any judge of human character. "Bonjour, monsieur. Voudrais-vous le pipe? (bon-joor, m'syoor. vood-ray voo luh peep)," I ask him, which literally means, "Good day, sir. Desire-you the blowjob?" and is the traditional way.