After a while, Ann said that we should go up to the bedroom. Taking me by the hand, she led the way. John came behind us. He lingered at the bottom of...the stairs (he confessed later that this was to upskirt me). In the bedroom, John quickly striped off and sat on the bed. He was already hard. As instructed, I started to undress. Ann helped me with my zip then sat at her dressing table. It was thrilling to obediently strip for my audience. I felt strangely too shy to look directly at Ann but I. She would let me play with her ass, breasts and pussy, but always refused my advances on eating her out. Finally I had to know why. One Sunday after we had finished and rearranged out clothes I turned to her, "Helen, why won't you let me do that for you?" Do? Do what for me Richard?" You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. Why won't you let me eat you so you can feel the same pleasures as I do?"She starred at me for a long time, thinking. "Well Richard my husband, Zack, tried it once. She squirmed downward again, the cushion edge forcing the secretion band of her panties deeper into the split of her buttocks, its smoothness exciting the sensitive pink lips of her vagina. She felt the tiny throbs pulsing out in the tiny bud of her clitoris, and she bit her lower lip tightly to hold back the forbidden sensations that were throbbing lewdly now up between her legs. Her thoughts drifted back to the movie... The dwarf reached up along the horrified girl's creamy white body, his. "Tell me the sacrificewas worth it." Listen, my queen, he did what he knew had to be done; Siproites was anot hero only when it was convenient, his was a life anchored bycommitment to duty." And where did that get him? Where? The hero of Hundred Mile March, thebrilliant general of the Battle of Leto's Plain, the slayer of theBlack Bull, is now an exotic little 'she' curled up in my bed!" Please, my queen, keep your voice low ...we cannot imagine all thathe, ...no no, she ...she is most.