Oh my God! Fuck me harder Kurt! Kurt was literally pounding her when Nelly stopped for a second, turned around and jumped onto Kurt, wrapping her leg... around his waist. Kurt grasped her ass with both his hands and started pounding her vigorously. Nelly was getting a rush like never before and dug her fingers into Kurts back. This pushed him even harder and Kurt kept pounding her harder and harder. Nelly was completely wet and was on the verge of an orgasm. She tightened her legs, held onto. She was beaming from ear to ear and had tears – tears of joy I’m sure – running down her cheeks. “I take it you’re comfortable with that plan?” I said, smiling. That last comment cost me a slug on the shoulder – Jennifer has a mean right arm.Over the next few months as weather permitted, Jennifer and I would search around on the shore of the island looking for suitable logs that had washed up. Some logs had a company stamp on them and those we couldn’t take. These were logs that had come from a. Well, administering is the easiest thing ever because all you have to do is crawl on your hands and knees beneath the desk where Queeny Bitch sits and lap your tongue through her moaning minge. The more you lap, the more it moans. The more it moans, the more you lap. Easy peasy. Well, it's easy peasy at first, but pretty soon, there are fingers in your hair and thighs pressing hard against your cheeks and your nose and mouth are buried in her regal mingedom and you can't breathe and all you can. "Good, you are in the advanced class." She pointed to one of the boys present. "Kaylis, go and spar with Savren." A dark haired youth retrieved his staff from the wall rack and moved across the great hall towards the sparring circles that were in the center of the hall. Along the walls were several alcoves with doors that led to shielded rooms where magick could be employed in combat. Banners lined the walls of the training hall, each signifying the many regiments sponsored by the Grand Duchess.