The bristles of the hair brush she routinely asked Tom to brush her hair with were gripped in her right hand, pressed against her mons. The handle, ho...ever, was nowhere to be seen. It suddenly appeared as she pulled it out of her pussy, but then disappeared when she shoved it back in ... deep."Oh fuck," sighed Tom. "I didn't know she'd do something like that." I told you, she's growing up. This was all going to happen sooner or later. Maybe not with you, but she'd end up doing this with. I knelt between her thighs and dribbled oil over her fleshy genitals. With ease I entered her, buried my hard meat inside her. I placed my arms on either side of her magnificent muscled torso, looked down at our bodies, and watched her luxuriant labia bend inwards on my inwards thrusts, stretch along the sides of my shaft on each outwards movement. I looked over at Cheri and Wayne. They both sat on their towels facing us, avidly viewing our performance. On the other side of us I noted our. No one could prove the child was his."This made me angry. Dismissal without a reference would make it allbut impossible for a servant to find another respectable situation. Itmight be one thing for him to consort with lightskirts of the demi-monde, but it was quite another to ruin not only a working woman'sreputation, but also her prospects of employment. It was like takingfood out of the mouths of her children - in this case, Lisa."You bore the child," I said.She nodded."Was it male or. My darker friend be King Sabrakamani of Kush. And the fellow with the fancy dress be King Tigranes of Armenia. We be on our way to yonder land on a pilgrimage of sorts."The centurion's eyes widened and bowed again. "I am afraid King Herod was most specific that Eastern Nobles were to be taken before him," he reiterated stubbornly. "I understand you, King Kasparus, and you, King Sabrakamani, are not exactly Easterners, but I must still bring you all before King Herod."King Kasparus glared down.