I begged her to take me back and i reassured her that i could could definitely deal with it. I was still a provider, father, house keeper and chef. I ...ould be the one she came home to and lived with day to day. Andrei would provide the satisfaction in ways that i would never be able to. Everything would be fine. We hugged and returned home.I agreed to babysit the k**s for an hour that night while she went to visit Andrei at his flat. She sucked me off in the bedroom and spat out my cum before. He's been sick. I haven't had the money to buy hismedicine but I do now." She started to cry again. "See, it will make himbetter. So please, you have to let me get him."A firefighter in a white hat approached, she seems to be in charge."Madam, what floor do you and your child live on?"The grieving mother tried to break away but the two police officers heldher tight. "Fourth floor..." She looked up most of the fourth floor wasalready covered in flames."I understand Madam, we will do what we can. .and he had something special in mind for today. Wrapping her soft, long strands around his fist, he leaned close to her ear. “How old are you today, baby?” “35...” her voice was deeper and huskier than usual, telling him she was still deeply aroused. Her pussy was already squeezing him gently and she had started rocking against him again, obviously seeking another shattering release. In response, he tugged gently at her hair, making her back arch and her ass lift even higher in the air. “Then. I know not how long I stood there, but I realized the Saxon wench had become quiet and could feel her eyes upon me. I then thought how I must look, with tears upon my cheeks, her breathern's blood and flesh upon my person and sword, and a far away look in my eyes.Looking down our gaze met, the victor and his slave. The man and the woman. I became lost in her eyes, a startling light blue. The colour I've only seen in the eyes of men I've killed, Saxon men. She was startlingly beautiful, and.