He took his right hand around my shoulder and with left hand he caressed my thighs and he came a bit closer to me. From his right hand he touched my b...easts. and from his left hand he rolled over my kurti till my belly button. I started moaning lightly as he caressed my breast and rubbed my pussy over tights. Then he dragged me closer to him by my neck and we french kissed and he ate all my lip gloss. After 1hr of foreplay he made me extremely horny then he licked my ear lobes and said to me. I’m not sure about all the slave stuff. Being ordered around, or being punished, not being allowed to come even when somebody is rubbing my clittie. I don’t know if I could do that.”“Well, slavery isn’t for everyone. There’s a lot of sex that goes with it and that’s really nice. However, not all of that sex is going to be consensual. Sometimes you’re just told to present yourself to someone, or to go up to someone and give them an orgasm. Or sometimes you get brought right to the edge, over and. I handed the Captain of the Guard the scroll from King Edward announcing me as his emissary to King Baliol. When he finished reading it, the Captain grunted and spat, missing my foot by inches. “Be those your troops bivouacked near the border?” he asked gruffly.“They are, and as long as I’m back in two weeks they will go home with me,” I replied.“And if you’re not back in time?” he challenged arrogantly.“You and your men might want to take your families to Ireland,” I retorted.“May I?” I asked. Her face carried a faint smile and a distant look, as if she weresomewhere else. She started muttering in Romanian, repeating a phrasethat sounded like "fatter booner. Eh oh fatter booner."While Georgie was, effectively, violating me, Annabelle was attachingelectronic devices to various parts of my anatomy: a circlet around mybrow, bands around my wrists and ankles, and pads to my nipples. Sheencased my cock and balls in some kind of pouch, and finally insertedsome earphones into my ears.I.