Cal's breath was taken away by the sightof the gentle curves of her beautiful, taut, lithe body. Her gentlyflaring hips and her ten-inch she-sword jut...ing out like it was in thewan firelight made Cal almost ravenous with lust. She then leaned downand began sucking on Cal's cock again, smearing the salty pre-cum allover her fair, pale visage. She gathered some of the fluid in her mouthand then began licking around his anus, getting it nice and ready to befucked.Cal groaned in ecstasy as he felt. It made me feel bad, seeing that wounded look in his eyes.“I’m not a little girl anymore, Jim,” I said softly.He looked tenderly into my eyes. “I know you’re not, Mel,” he paused. “But that doesn’t make it any easier on me.”My phone vibrated in the back pocket of my jean skirt. I knew it was Michael texting me to let me know he was out front in his car and waiting to take me to school. I stood up and walked over to him. “I hate to admit this, but when you’re not being an asshole, you’re. It was not only that he was somewhat shy, but he was also too lazy to be interested in casual conversation of any kind.With a gasp of outrage, one of the lady's maids stepped forward. "Ma'am, please, allow me to help your son in this his time of need," she simpered, her eyes lewdly gazing at the long, thick shaft that quivered in the Prince's slowly stroking fist."Yes, yes, do so and quickly," the queen declared, for what Reginald wanted was beyond her to give. The royal cunt, as he'd so. He was filthy, wearing clothes that were two sizes too small, and emaciated. His arms were up over his head, as though to protect himself from blows; the bruises, one on his face and several on his arms, showed just how necessary that protection was.And standing over him, screaming in Orlesian, was Isolde. She held a wooden spoon, obviously taken from the hand of the cook who was standing next to her, crying silently. I watched in absolute horror as Isolde raised her arm and brought the spoon.