Unfortunately, no male teens (who were more susceptible to her charms) got to dream of fucking her and lived to tell the tale of it.In fact, hardly an...one (be it male or female) had a wet dream about the queen out for fear of their life. The reason being was that the queen maintained her beauty by sucking the blood of young boys and girls, sometimes older ones if they were good-looking enough. By this constant flow of life-blood, she retained her glorious looks. So whenever she got wind of. I am screaming and giggling and ofcourse getting more and more dizzy. She finally stops, yells, and plopsme on the bed."That's what overly generous lovers get around here. How dare you giveme back to back to back mind blowing orgasms!" Ismeralda says with agrin.The room keeps spinning and I keep laughing, what a hoot."What is your favorite position? Don't say......," inquires Ismy.I answer super quickly, "All of them." Fucking smart ass." The one that gives my mistress maximum pleasure.". My kidnapper carried me inside. The moonlight cascaded over our naked bodies. When we got inside, he removed the duct tape, and the rope, then brought me to a room with a bed. “What’s your name?” I asked the man. “You will call me master, but my name is, Mark.” he said. Mark turned on the light, and I finally got a really good look at him. He had dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a very long cock. It must’ve been about 15 centimeters. “Lay down, on the bed.” said Mark. I laid down on the bed.. After I finished the yard work, we sat around talking and drinking lemonade, and the guy eventually asked me about sex. I told him I had had sex at a summer camp in the fifth grade (true) where I stuck my penis in a girl but did not cum because I did not know what I was doing. I then told him I needed to use the bathroom from all the lemonade I had been drinking and he led me into the house to use the bathroom in his room. When I came out of the bathroom, he was lying on the bed with his shoes.