You can always be stuffy tomorrow Let her enjoy her family..." chastised a striking petite woman in an exquisitely tailored turquoise silk dress. She ...ad matching combs that kept her long raven hair in place. I would place her a few years older than Megan with the same underlying beauty and poise to her elfin features. That they were closely related was obvious."I apologize, Lady Yolanda, but this man broke the law. It is the duty of the prince to enforce those laws." The Guildmaster was a fair. “Well Peter” she said, “where would you like to start?”Not waiting for my answer she kissed me gently on my lips, a kiss like none that I had ever experienced, her tongue striking into my mouth and touching mine in a way I could never imagine, my naked body stiffening in a display of sexual tension, as her hands led mine to her housecoat buttons.One button at a time the pink towelling parted, revealing as it did her magnificent chest, her nipples brown and stiffly protruding.The kiss over she. “What the fuck? Finish me off god damnit,” I said in a mindless fit of teased and denied rage. “Oh, are we defiant all of a sudden?” she asked with an evil grin. “Okay, that means it’s time for your second surprise,” she began explaining. “You probably think I’m going to make you lick these nylons clean, but really it’s going to be far, far worse. Most of the stink that’s built up in them is on the inside of the pantyhose where they were up against my feet for the last 10 days.” My heart was. Feral deep fucking, his cock plunging deeper inside her pussy, as they both worked to an earth shattering climax. He was a piston, non stop in and out, and Zeba was the receiver, taking him in, sucking his head and holding him there, then releasing it to plow forth again. Slowly, this climax was building. Slowly, they neared release. It was fantastic. It was perfect. And soon, this eruption would be the culmination. And so they continued. Zeba was on the verge of explosion… White hot liquid.