We rode back to the Grass Plume. We had the horses settled in the inn's stables in time for evening meal, and for the first time in a long time, we ha... entertainment with our meal.The meal itself was a roast goat and lamb stew with a heavy corn bread and a cold potato salad. The salad had been heavily seasoned with caper weed, and dill, and it made my mouth water almost as much as the stew. My mother made something very similar, and the smell brought back flashes of home. The wine was a local. His throat ached but his passion was up, cock pulsing with desire, a damp spot soaking through the front of his gym trousers.More… So much more…He was lost in the moment, seeing nothing, knowing nothing, taking that cock into his throat, despite the strain. Pre-cum spilt down his throat right from the get-go but he could not stop, not as Stan wound his fingers into the thicker fur atop his head, usually kept short, gripping and squeezing, wrenching his head into place.“Unnff… Fuck…”Not the most. Now I start to fondle your breasts, gently at first, enjoying your soft, supple skin. Kissing, licking, and sucking on your nipples. Nibbling on your flesh. Then I gradually get rougher. Digging my fingers deeper into your flesh, sucking harder, and beginning to bite hard enough to leave teeth marks. I roll you over, pressing your spit covered nipples into the floor, and using fresh rope I bind your upper arms together. This keeps your arms under my control as I untie your wrists and pull your. As my cock fucked Katja’s mouth, my spunk was reaching boiling point and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I tried pulling back but she just held me in place, the full length of my cock gone from sight as I exploded what seemed like gallons of cum down her throat. She licked and cleaned my cock noisily as she eased me out of her mouth and my body was still juddering with each exquisite touch. I whimpered softly as she pulled away, leaving my erection sticking out from my lap. Then she looked up.