I sit on the couch watching tv waiting for Hanna to return from work. I wanted to talk to her about my fantasy for weeks now. I've known she'd agree b...t I just didn't know how to bring it up. My fantasy is having a total BDSM relationship. Control all the time anywhere. I wait impatiently. Aroused by the thought of where this could lead us. Hanna walks in and without even saying "Hi." We say in unison says, "I NEED to talk to you." Then I quickly add, "You first." Well I wanted to talk to you. I used to fuck themfrom the morning used to pinch their nipples. I always did a threesome withthem they both used to sandwich my dick between their breasts and make me cumand drink it all. It was impossible to resist their breast and then we end uphaving sex but this was all fantasy. Now for the real story me and my mother.My mother too had huge tits and beautiful pink lips but I never saw her as a slut.She was very nice to me and save me when my sister used to bully me or scoldme. Now the. . yeah," sighed Bob.He turned around and went back in. Charles looked puzzled, and got up. He was almost to the door when Layla came through, dragging a table."Where'd that come from?" asked Charles, clearly confused."We needed to borrow it," she said, as if that explained everything. "We're going to put them back." Them?" Bob's bringing the other one."Charles looked into the booth. He saw the futon mattress lying on the floor and closed his eyes. He backed out."I don't want to know," he. They wanted to kill you, Princess Lisa and Queen Serena. They expected to be executed by King Vishaladeva, but that was a price they were prepared to pay.”“What would have been their reaction if they had been asked to kill King Vishaladeva as well?”Ambika was shocked at the suggestion.“Kill the Rajah, sorry, King! Never! That would be sacrilege and against all their beliefs. They would have defended him to the death, and they were prepared to die so that he could rule as sole Rajah.”“Queen.