He started dinner and fussed with setting the table as he hadbeen taught. He had on apron and pretended he was wearing his fanciestFrench Maids unifor.... It was fun and exciting and he was having a blastwhen his wife came in."Hi hon what are you doing?" What's it look like, I'm cooking dinner for you." Yes I see that...you were serious weren't you...I mean about respectingme." Yes honey I was, I want you to know I care for and admire you so I willprove it to you by doing things you can see and. She moaned and raised her hips to meet his hot mouth. He sucked her swelling clit with his thick lips she called out. She reached down and grabbed his baldhead and pushed him harder into her waiting dripping pussy. He obeyed her wish. He took off his coat and shirt and tossed them aside. He was in his white tank undershirt. Some called it a wife beater. That name turned Alison on she wanted him so much. His pants were still on. But that would come in time. He kept sucking her throbbing clit.. Is there a part of this ceremony when someone can object? Aranel wasn’t sure anyone would. The crowd watched in silence as if this horrific defilement was exactly what they signed up to see. Aranel could almost read their minds: ‘if a half-breed bimbo princess is the price for peace, we’ve struck a bargain and even got a show out of it.’She wasn’t halfway down the cocks when the piercings started stretching her large tits again, but Rimmon’s tree trunk arms barely felt the added tension. Like. Sheeasily got the whole thing in, bending and folding it inher mouth, then let her cheeks and tongue give it a goodworking over.It started hardening rapidly. She pulled her head back,keeping her lips tight so it squeezed down on his cockas it pulled free. She grabbed it in her hands again andrubbed the now semi-flaccid cock over her face, sighingin heat and pleasure.She pulled her lips free and held it in her fist,pumping her hand up and down the spit-wet shaft as shereached over and picked up.