I was frightened of hurting her, for she was no mature woman like Wendy or free spirit like Connie or Kylie or Gina. This was the tight young cunt of ... good girl with a sheltered Scottish upbringing. She had told me about the boyfriend she had had at university, and since coming to London she had gone out a few times, and even spent a romantic weekend in Venice with someone she met at a speed-dating event, but the relationship had soon fizzled out. So far as I knew that was the extent of her. "Look," said Ramad, more patiently. "Ambassadors come to us as the voices of other nations: they are not nations themselves; they are not sovereign. This woman claims to be an ambassador? Fine. We must see her papers." My..." Not just to see them," continued Ramad, silencing the mayor with a look. "But to see what nation she comes from. We need to see the seal of her great lord; we need to read her statement of purpose. Those things determine our dealings. If you can't read her papers..." My. I didn’t have to lick her hard little clit very long, she came, groaning loudly while squeezing her huge tits.The second girl was petite and polite, asking if she could lie down on the bed. “I’d rather you didn’t use your fingers, but I’ll try not to take too long,” she said. Such a sweet girl, and she smelled and tasted like she had just come out of a shower or bath. Once I had my face between her thighs, I lifted her legs over my shoulders. Her eyes never left the place where my mouth sealed. ..wetness pours from inside me coating his chin and lips... over and over til it slowly ebbs away, and I let my legs fall loose... .. .. devouring every drop I offer, deep inside me, his tongue seemingly glued to my cunt... detailing every last inch before kissing his way up my body, the touch of his lips is exquisite on my skin... on my abdomen and over my belly... taking his head between my hands... I gently tug to encourage him to slide up my body.... With my hands holding either side.