P-p-please no, mistress. He stuttered out, shuddering hard and whimpering. She started approaching orgasm again, digging her nails into his side with ...ne hand, tugging his hair with the other, riding his cock faster, burying him deep inside her and moaning loudly, cumming once again. She collapsed, panting on his chest while he whined and tried to move his hips. She sat up, and leaned forward, her tits dangling in front of his face, he captured a nipple inbetween his lips, and she undid his. He has no talent at arms, much to Sir Richard Amrath's chagrin, and he's not the smoothest nor brightest fellow around, but years of sneaking out of the castle and slumming it up at the local alehouses have lent him an unparalleled knowledge of the secret ins and outs of Amrath Castle. He is talented at the art of disguise, and he's lighter on his feet than the average cat. All of these skills will prove invaluable soon.Sara Amrath: 26 years old. The oldest sibling, Sara's gender was a great. " Well, Dad's supposed to be off the transfer lists now – done his time and all that. Hopefully we don't have to move again. I'm kind of settled in now, and getting to like you ... guys. Hey," she seemed to catch herself. She looked up and raised an eyebrow. "You're not doing too bad yourself. You improved during the break. Less shoulder roll in your freestyle, and longer strokes. Looking pretty good."She watched me? Temporarily I lost the faculty of speech."Oh, um, well, I mean I just um, you. Now you've got some more ... Hnnhhh ... wow..."I felt the cucumber filling me, plunging into the hungry heat of my cunt. I was utterly shameless, abandoning myself to my lover, arms stretched out in front of me, breasts squashed on the table-top. Sarah began to fuck me with long firm thrusts. My knees nearly buckled from the pleasure. Then I reached back with my hands, and pulled and squeezed my bum-cheeks. Boozy instinct led fingers to my oil-slippery anus.Sarah and I had yet to try anything.