“I guess not,” I say. “I’m thinking your background is a little more interesting than mine?” “Well it’s pretty unique. My mother is Oma...i but my dad’s Irish!” “Oh, wow…that’s an interesting combo!” It comes to me now, where I’ve seen that look before. It’s the dazzling prettiness you get when you mix Arab with North European. I’ve had a couple of colleagues of such descent, and both were drop-dead stunners. “So…your English is perfect accent is pretty hard to place,” I continue, fearful of. “Nothing happens within these walls without me knowing it! This is still the Ragnarsson Home!As a father I would like to kill you, take my revenge on you. As Union citizen I want to simply have you arrested and hung for murder. To see you twitch and kick on a nice rough length of rope I would give all my wealth and my right arm!“But I am also the last of the Ragnarsson clan and I am an Elder. We do not call the Off-Worlders and we stay true to our laws and the traditions. My beloved wife could. While lying on the sofa and staring at his perfect body he caught me staring….He smiled lightly and continued training…After a few minutes I saw him rubbing his dick…He stood up and came next to me…He just put out his dick in front of me and I was amazed…It was huge…I had seen some porn before that but I had never seen something bigger than that piece of meat… He asked me if I wanted to do him a blow job and saying nothing I just grabbed his beautiful dick and started licking it…It felt so. I grabbed his balls. I stroked his dick while I sucked him. I wanted him to cum. God, please cum.I felt something warm and soft touch my face. I moved my hand instinctively to brush it away but it sprung back again and slapped my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Saxon stroking his cock about an inch from my face. He had it, balls and all, jutting out from his zipper. My eyes shot up at him. He smiled a wide, white smile.“Well, go on, Ms. Nuvau,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s not gonna suck.