“But what of England, sire? Shall we turn away from England and become a free duchy then, with no allegiance to the English Crown? Or shall we remai... loyal to King Edward the Second, though all of England hath revolted against him? Whom shall we serve? You alone, milord, or someone else, if not Mortimer and the Queen?” another of the city fathers asked me now.“What’s your name, good fellow?” I confronted him now.“I am called Hugh Renard, milord. Well, sir, what shall we do?” he continued. Steve's parents were very wary of me even after I converted and even on the day of our marriage his mother told me that I was a white whore (I am missing some of the Arabic terms out to make it easier to read) and that his son would be disinherited if I was unfaithful to him in any way.We had a lovely wedding and honeymoon but after 6 months Steve was summoned alone to the family home and when he came back he was unable to tell me what had been said - he was furious with his parents but he was. We walked a hundred yards or so to her room, went up the stairs and through the door. We talked about what we had been up to, I gave her my view on what Oxford life would be like for her, and just chatted. I was really trying not to make it too obvious that firstly I was staring and secondly that my cock was raging hard, but I think I got away with it. When she changed out of her t-shirt into a clean, tight white one I almost came where I sat. Her body was toned to perfection, with soft,. Her hips started moving slowly up and down as soon as my tongue touched her tender, swollen lips. She smelled and tasted so good. I could hardly wait to make her cum, then maybe fuck her. I tickled her labia with my tongue, and went up and down from her ass to the top of her clit. I didn’t touch her clit. I licked very lightly around it. She wiggled her hips, pushing them forward trying to get my tongue on her clit. But I wouldn’t let her. I stuck my finger inside her hot, squishy pussy. It was.