I could see her attempt to run from me, but one command from me halted her wasted effort. “No Princess, you are still chained to the throne. Remembe...?” A collar appeared around her lovely neck, ruby-studded to keep it aesthetically pleasing to me, with a chain attaching it, and thus her firmly to the throne, a chain that shortened as she was dragged back to it, where I would keep her. Now I slithered around, some of me in front of the throne, some behind with my head held high over it as I. Lars started to gently rock back and forth his cock slowly sliding in and out of Aggie.Aggie estimated she had 3.833” inches of him inside her. She was worried about it fitting inside her. She wanted it, but she knew that she was 17.8% smaller than the average woman. He was 12.6% larger than the average man. She didn't think that the numbers would work. Aggie always trusted numbers, they’d never steered her wrong.She was amazed when Lars stopped thrusting. She looked up at him confused, sweat. I told her what I felt and she became embarassed and ran into the bathroom. My index finger had a long brown streak on one side from the nail to the second knuckle. Such a dirty girl. I went to the spare bath to wash my hands but couldn't resist a quick sniff first. Musty, stinky. By 10pm we were both slighty intoxicated and so ready to play. First I massaged her buttocks and gave her some more dirty talk about what was coming. She rolled over and I started licking her clit while fingering. . I need to go get a goddamned hooker... Vincent began to stroke his cock as he watched the boys switch places. Brandon was barely seated before Jessica slurped her own sweet wetness from his cock. The other boy gave Jessica a slap on the ass and disappeared down the hallway. Vincent quickly followed him the best he could, switching from camera to camera until he saw him enter the master bedroom. The boy went right for the bottom drawer of the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of Astro Glide.