"Troubles Mr. Sheen?"Mr. Owain Sheen, Head of Security and Defense for the United SidhePeoples, grabbed the coffee mug the way a drowning man would gr...b alife preserver."Ahhh coffee. You are truly a queen! My eternal thanks, Kerrdia, I hadheard something of your most unexpected visit to our fair city."Kerrdia smiled at this for a couple of reasons - first, Owain wastechnically correct in referring to her as 'Queen', - KerrdiaSummerfield had been the Sidhe Queen but had stepped down from. I then allowed him to do as he pleased. He knew it would not be long. He knew how sensational his arse looked and how sweet the grip of his stretched sphincter was.He pumped my shaft as if he were a lap dancer twerking. I watched the spectacle in awe. I looked so big in his hole it seemed like fisting. Finally I could take no more and launched a uncontrolled barrage of semen into his bowel. My shaking hand reached around him and took hold of his dick. It was soaked with his own cum.. "How impressive!" "What can I do for you?" she said, confused. Pipp-Thompson raised his head, looked at her and smiled. "Well, I can see that you just finished, my dear Jenny, otherwise I would have asked you to do the same again," he said. Jenny noticed that his face was red, and his eyes were staring. "Well!" she thought, "He has gotten horny by my weeing, the good Mr. Pipp-Thompson! That changes the situation". She smiled. The disheartening feeling of being humiliated in front Pipp-Thompson. I’m not leaving you.”Josephine turned, and Michael squeezed her tightly as she blushed at their embrace.“You’re mine, not hers.” She mumbled stubbornly as she nuzzled his neck.“Yours?” Michael asked as he kissed his sisters neck.“Damn straight.” She giggled, kissing under his jaw line. “Michael....something’s poking me.”Michael said nothing as he leaned down placing a trail of kisses along her neck.“You’ll be late.”“Not going. I’m yours, let me show you...”Michael realised as he continued.