My intention was to cool things down and behave myself for one day, but it looked like that plan was out the window. I must have looked ridiculous. A ...2-year old woman standing there with her pants down to her knees, sniffing her own dirty panties encrusted with her youngest son's day-old seed, and masturbating like some kind of deranged sex deviant. "You're a nasty little boy, Timmy," I moaned. "You like jerking off into Mommy's panties? You like cumming on things your mother's pussy has. I swear I will. You can have me tied up in my room for the night." I don't know. I was having too much fun. Oh well, I WILL be able to have you tied up tonight for your next assignment. Party pooper!"Linda was untied and she left the room all stooped over, but she didn't care, she was leaving that torture. She felt sorry for Calla though. No telling what Helga would do to her...Helga came into the room that Linda was in, attached to the wall with a long leash and neck collar. Helga had brought. “This is for everything you’ve done for me,” she said, holding it out.“It’s too much,” he said.“No ... it’s not,” she replied.As with Tilly, about once a week was enough for Martha. She felt bad about doing what she was doing, but then Arthur would be Arthur, and she’d come up with some reason to call Bobby over.Mamma noticed.“How is it that Tilly Johnson and Martha Thompson have so many chores for you to do?” she asked him, one day, while they were in the field harvesting wheat. Mary, who was. Conscious thought was returning to her feeble mind as the fire extinguished inside of her, and she was finally able to see the Westerosi knight, Ser Jorah, was watching her gangbang with intensity, slowly jerking his own capably-sized cock, a pool of seed dirtying the ground before him.Her attention was forced back to her predicament as Drogo's hands wrapped in her blonde locks and redirected her face to his lap with a firm, unyielding motion. The small woman parted her lips and ran her tongue.