There was another guard - an even bigger blonde woman with a wickedscar curving across her face. This one made no attempt to speak but simplyjerked he... head, indicating that I should move away from the doorway. Idid so and found a spot more or less equidistant from the other mennearby.And so began a lengthy wait. The eerie silence in the room was punctuatedevery ten minutes or so by a new arrival, the room steadily filling up.Nobody made any attempt to speak. Most - myself included -. Mama setzte sich und legte mich auf ihre Beine. Sie sagte es ist Zeitf?r das n?chste Geschenk. Dann machte sie ihre Bluse auf und ?ffneteihren Still BH. Sie sagte das sie mit Hilfe von Pumpen und einenMedikament angefangen habe Milch br?ste zu bekommen.Ich wusste nicht was passiert und wollte wegrutschen. Mit festen Griffan den Windelschritt und meinen Kopf hielt sie mich fest. Sie f?hrtemeinen Mund zu ihren Nippel und sagte na komm kleine hilf Mama die Milchloszuwerden. Langsam war schlie?lich. I was rocking my hips up to meet his. The whole pallet of boxes rocked and shuddered beneath us. ‘I’m not going to make it,’ he grunted. ‘Almost,’ I panted. ‘I’m going to cum!’ The next three thrusts came in rapid succession, and he shuddered as his warm liquid spilled into me. That sent me over the edge. I bucked up to him, impaling myself on his creamy shaft as I pounded him once or twice more to feed the orgasm that was making my world spin. My nails dug into his back as I fought to pull. “I will NEVER forget this, Frank! Never!” Samira assured me as she planted several kisses all over my body, her tears falling on my skin.“I know, Your Majesty,” I told her with a kiss on her lips, followed by more kisses that traced my way down to her ass, making her shiver.“Yes, well, our son ... will make a truly great King of Libya, trust me on that!” Samira promised as I continued to kiss a long path down to her ankles.“Our son ... or daughter,” I reminded her, which made her giggle.“Yes,.