‘You are Nord,’ she stated as a fact. No Roman carried the coloring of the Northern tribes. ‘I am Roman,’ he responded firmly. ‘My father wa... Victorian, proconsul of the Iron Isles of Brittania. He wed my mother there, a princess granted to him by the Nords in exchange for trade and peace. I grew up at his postings, came of age at Hadrians Wall, and marched with my legion into battle in Gaul and Carthago Nova and all over the empire, such as is left of it.’ This military bragging brought a soft. I was going to move off when she pulled my hand between her legs. Using my finger she pointed to spots on her flat mound."You have to get down really close, but I have hairs down there now and they aren't the tiny invisible ones I got all over my body. There are even five down around the bump at the top. You got to move stuff around to see those. Don't do it too much or it will make that bump get all big and need me to pet it so that it feels good. That makes me go to sleep right after. If I go. She turned and pulled me to her in a hungry kiss."Don't think I'm letting you get away with such disrespect to your Mistress, Slave." She ruined the effect by bursting into helpless laughter at my shocked expression."You are so easy." She kissed me again, then stood up and grabbed my hardening erection. "Come with me, my cheeky slave boy."She led me into the bedroom where she made me kneel on the bed with my hands on the headboard. I waited while she retrieved a towel from the bathroom and laid. You will need to meet them sooner or later. We have been together for more than a month and they don't even know you exist." She told himThat was exactly how Jordan liked it. Half the thrill of fucking white girls was how hard they tried to keep it from their moms and dads. Just like now, Taylor's parents thought she was in her Geography class, but in reality she was lying next to him naked stroking his cock as she tried to talk him into meeting them. "Oh baby, you know I'd love to meet them,.