You’d been a very good boy, and you deserved a treat. I have you lay on the bed on your back and tie your wrists to the bed posts. “Would my good ...oy like a treat?” I ask playfully. You whine softly. I stand over you and trace my fingers across your body, feeling you tremble with pleasure at my touch. Your cock presses against the cage it’s confined as you get increasingly aroused by my touch. “Do I get to cum today, Missy?” you ask, I can hear the desperation in your voice.“Not today, my pet.”. After that day we started meeting more frequentlyand once in two three days we would have a long sex session. One evening she called me and asked me ifI would be able to stay with her for some more time at the night. I asked herthe reason. She told me that her widow friend is not feeling good. She isfeeling lonely and sad as her son is also out of Delhi from past two weeks. Shetold me that she has taken permission from her husband and will be staying withher widow friend that night. She said we. “They’re forming up with amazing efficiency, given that they’re all dead,” Theon muttered as he bit down on a very hasty breakfast of pickled eel ... there was little else to grab in such a rush.“Aye, that they are, the rotten bastards,” the Hound acknowledged as he tore off a bit of badly overcooked chicken himself.Thankfully, there was some mulled wine to make it more tolerable, though they were rapidly running low on that supply as well. Seven Hells, few things were more civilized than. Especially when he pulled off his pants, releasing his massive cock.Her eyes widened when she saw it; his cock nearly four-times larger than yours with a thick, meaty girth that you lacked. Her mouth fell open, wondering how something that large could fit inside of her. She was used to your cock which, as she now sees, really isn’t that impressive. Compared to the man before her, your cock was just… pitiful.As she laid on her back, spreading her legs for him, she felt his cock enter her,.