A prick! You cry out more for the shock of it than the pain, but he painslowly sets in. Another then another!, they are relentless and move overyou te...der skin. Picking you over your belly unceasingly. You moan in pain,“please!” You whimper, uncontrollably, unsure as to how to react to thisnew sensation. There is no word from your master. Instead you feel hisfingers dance lightly over your clit and labia drawing out that softfeeling of ecstacy from within you. The pricks are not more slow. Heberto was asking him if I was doing a good job. He told me to make him proud. He was asking him if I was hot and if he would like to fuck me. He said yes of course. He told our new friend to lay me back on a stack of boxes, throw my legs in the air and pound my pussy. He did just that. The whole time he fucked me, my man was listening. He was encouraging him to cum in my pussy. Before long he did just that. I wanted to cum soooo fucking bad but he told me I couldn't. I had to save it for him.. Oh, there's Jo. Come along now and behave," shestated.Josephine "Jo" Whitehurst was a striking woman of middle age with ravenblack hair worn in a tucked under short bob. She was tall in her three-inch spike heels and wearing a black silk pants suit with a white cottonblouse. Josephine was a little thick in the waist but otherwise veryshapely. She was wearing full makeup, something his mother seldom did.She looked and spoke a lot like the star of that television show, "TheNanny."Outwardly. Daenery Targaryen's mouth hung open in shock as her eyes widen at sheer size of his manhood, several magnitudes larger than her only other lover, her brother. One of the bloodriders - Haggo - took the opportunity to wrap his hands in Daenerys' platinum blonde locks and shove his own massive organ into her wet and inviting mouth.They set upon her then, and Daenerys' eyes settled on the three stone dragon eggs gifted to her from Magister Illyrio nearby. A calmness overtook Daenerys' mind, washing.