He quickly took my dick in to his mouth and sucked the last drops. My cock was still slippery of pre cum oozing out of it. And it was an exhilarating ...eeling to have a warm mouth encircling my wet, half limp, juicy leaking cock. He was an expert, quickly pulling down my trousers and then the underwear. He gently held my butts, slurping my dick with loud noises, and sucking it as if it’s a mango seed. Without my knowledge I was having my fingers into his hairs and pushing his face more deep into. You....you won't let me do that to you. Erin your mine" he hissed with all his might. I felt him grab my breast and squeeze and then pull my nipple. I cried out in pain. Not pleasurable pain but pure pain. I had successfully pissed off my Sir, my Master, my true love and now I was going to feel the pain I brought him with my betrayal. "This is your punishment and you shall have more and what when I decide later. I need to think on this. And no she is not innocent in this matter....I'll deal. Joerg felt sad, but there was little he could do. He had accepted her in the fähnlein, and if he threw her out for fucking around, he would have to expel the majority of his men, too. One or two times, men quarrelled over Theresa, but she always managed to quell those fights.In the end, it was her blind hatred of the Venetians that became her undoing. They had gone on another foray into Venetian lands, targeting a small town where the Medici had a wine and olive oil depot. As usual, Joerg had. He wore a pastel blue suit with a shirt opened to the belly button and some kicky shoes with 3" heels. It was anyone's guess what he was supposed to be but he presented the picture of androgyny which created a buzz among several of the guests."Mmmm, that's an unspoiled little dish," said a fat, dirty looking man with a crewcut. "I wonder what that fellow there would take for her?"The fat man was Jorge Bacara, a bicheiro, a big man in the illegal lottery. He was talking to Antonia and Roberta,.