I sat beside her and began, “I didn’t think you could see me through the glass. But I could see you and you’re such a pretty girl and . . .” ...shley giggled. She tilted her head back, lips slightly apart, and breathed, “Oh, daddy. You were only jerking off, no biggie. Give me a kiss.” I leaned low to give her a fatherly peck, but she put an arm around my neck and pulled my mouth against hers. Her mouth opened and her tongue snaked into mine. I started to resist, but her hand had already. They named the boy “Fenn”, as it was his father’s name and his father’s father’s name and so on - a customary decision among most of the mountain people. And as the legend goes, Fenn was none too peculiar and nor was he much of a bother; he was but a common human being with a hand-me-down name and average potential.However, on the boy’s eighteenth birthday, a rather extraordinary thing happened. When Fenn of the Wyr Mountains went down to the river to swim with a friend, he found an unfamiliar. He was barely breathing after all fifty volunteers earned their silver coin and his pulse was rapid and weak. I offered the woman who earned two coins the chance to finish him off. She grinned eagerly and deftly reached between his legs, grabbing and then slicing off his cock and balls, drawing yet another roar of approval from the crowd. She was beaming as she held it up triumphantly while the crowd continued to roar their approval. After handing me back the knife, she bounced up on her toes. Slowly she let move of his cock slip into her mouth until it was about halfway in when she vigorously started raising and lowering her head on his shaft, letting her saliva wet his length, her eyes never loosing contact with his as she engulfed his cock in her mouth.Her cheeks seemed to puff in and out, as she sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth, until I am sure his tip was tickling the back of her throat. She gagged pulling back some and then thrusting her head down on him again,.