And it was just the one time with the other two. I swear that now that we’re wed, I’ll leave them alone. So, m’lord, if you must bed a Queen, it...has to be a different Queen each time. Even a strumpet like me gets jealous now and then, especially when my good luck could run out someday and I’d be back as a handmaid like some dream that proved false,” Bernadette clarified, even as she ran her hand briefly over his groin.“And on that note, let’s get ourselves a tavern room at last, so we can. I wondered how long she had been there; had we actually spent most of the night together?She shifted slightly in her sleep, blew out a puff of air like a sigh, and rolled partly off of me. Her movements took her off my arm, and I moved onto my side, facing her. She looked peaceful and beautiful, with her hair cascading over her face, and partly covering her breasts. I looked down her body, over her abdomen, and down to her legs. Her thighs were separated, leaving her mound visible, and. This was going to be a great night of fantasy sex. Then Sam put the blindfold on me so I couldn't see a thing."I'll be right back," she said. "I want to make sure I look my best for Marcus."I could hear some scuffling around. I knew she was taking off her sandals and her jeans and figured she'd be getting toys, lube, a video, or come up with something creative that might surprise me. I imagined her masturbating in front of me with a dildo or a vibrator while pretending it's Marcus's cock. My. I was going to scream in pain but my brother put his lips on my lips and closed so my scream was buried inside my throat and tears were traveling on my chicks and dripping on my neck and boobs. He stopped his movement for a while and drinking my tears from cheek and boobs. Now he is sucking my boobs.My pain is lowering now. So he started slow jerking and screwing once again. After some time I was enjoying the fuck session so I was moaning and saying – my brother fuck me, fuck me hard and went.