It is him. Right on time. You take one quick glance at your king size four poster bed, thinking about when you bought it and how you had fantasized a... the time that it would be perfect for a bondage adventure. The silk scarves were laid at the foot of the bed, ready for his use. You believe everything is just the way you want it, and head for the door. You had left the front door open, with the screen locked, and can see him standing there smiling as you approach. ‘Oh My!’, you think, ‘he is. That is to say, he'd removed the arrow and had packed my wound with flowers of sulfur, in an attempt to quell the flow of blood. Looking back on it, I believe he was a bumbling idiot. I should have warned Richard. Breathing was difficult.I was in and out of wakefulness most of the time, those first few hours. I believed myself to be one of the 'living dead'. I called my squire Rolf to my side. I charged him with finding the priest, so I could give my confession, and receive Last Rites. Rolf. ..He turned to the door and said to Will, "are you ready?". Will replied "Yes". She looked at him and he was video taping this...She said "No way" as Bob put the head of the monster to her swollen pussy lips. She definitely had enough lube from the cum running out her ass. She almost cummed from that alone. Bob pulled her legs over his shoulders, she felt the bat sized cock ready to invade her and was scared, He looked at her and said "relax, you'll love it". She tried to relax but the fear was. I need to get my motor purring so I can help out your ego by cumming when you do. Start licking sweetie." With that, I felt Kathy move up over my head and hook her calves under my arms. She squeezed, now cutting off another sense...my hearing. She lowered her pussy to my face, bumping it first along my nose, making sure I would get a snootful and helping me to orient myself. Since I couldn't move my head too well, I was restricted to how and where I could lick. Then, I figured out that that was.