I received them and they were bit surprised. They asked abt my tour. I asked whether they have taken their breakfast. Just then my aunty came in and s...id that they came for the breakfast. She was having a naughty smile. Her boss too looked me and said that they came for a good breakfast. In order to avoid me from the scene boss asked me to get some bottles of Pepsi for him from the supermarket. He thought of fucking my aunty in the mean time. She was wearing a tight jeans and a tight t. We’d do that tomorrow. But I’ve got another proposition. If you let me whip them while Jess films, you’ll get a hundred extra."My mind started spinning. The thought was outrageous. I didn’t want a woman playing with my breasts, and the idea of whipping my already tortured orbs was crazy. There was only one conclusion. "You can’t be serious!"She giggled. "Believe me, I am. I promise that no permanent harm will befall you, and your cute tits, while they will certainly be sore a little longer,. Donnie felt the pressure ease off his glands, making his balls start to settle back down. Lucy was still shaking and convulsing from her orgasm. Donnie clutched her to his chest and pressed his lips to her parched lips. Their tongues found each other and danced.Lucy disengaged from their kiss and said, "Fuck me...please!" She sounded like she was begging.That was all Donnie needed; he grasped his pulsing cock in one hand while he supported himself on the other. Aiming the engorged head to her. The princess and – something else. Someone else.The mage. She was there. She was ... frightened. Terrified. Of him.A fireball! The Princess! He dove, unthinking – but only in memory. His life for hers. It was a reasonable trade, made more reasonable by the fact he wanted to die. He needed to die. His own life hurt far too much. The memory of Ardt – of another father – dying was too much to bear.No death. “Be my champion! Please, Yren. Be my champion! Deliver my justice.”Purpose had filled him..