The stories chased each other around the halls. None asked me, nor would I have answered. I did not have to guess, I already knew this was the man Ata...e had told me about.I gazed upon him with some interest. This was Prince Alexandros, eldest son of King Priam of Illios. Years before he had led the fighting men of Illios south to fight under the banners of Muwatallis, the Great King of the Khatti. Stories were still told of that epic battle against the Pharaoh of Egypt outside the walls of. I started to feel little comfortable by that time. I applied soap on Anglo’s muscular body. After applying the soap all over his body, I touched his magnificent organ, gently soaped it and washed off the soap. His big, black, extra ordinarily long and thick cock was raging like a tiger. After giving washing pleasure to his black cock, I took charge of my husband's comparatively fair cock and washed it as I am doing it regularly at the time of taking bath together.Now both the men, my husband. ." she breathed, her breathing now coming heavily as her lust built and built. He ignored her request, instead running his tongue to the very bottom of her pussy and moving it to the side, making her gasp with pleasure before he ran his tongue slowly up the side of her other pussy lip. She sighed and forced her body to relax, shivering as she felt her own wetness seep slowly out of her pussy and downwards, leaving a warm, wet trail.She bit her lip again as she felt him slowly suck one of her. Few things make me feel so deliciously owned as when a man plows the backfield on me. Plunders my booty. Buggers me. Rams my rump. You get the idea.“I’d love to wear your collar, too. Maybe even one where you attach and detach a leash to it. I don’t think that you quite realize how much I love the idea of being your pleasure slave. Yes, I read the works of John Norman, his novels of Gor. I found the idea of being a kajira, a sex slave, truly delightful. That’s what I really crave from you.“The.