Robert and Enrique were stripping off their riding gloves, a bit dusty and disheveled but in high good spirits. ‘Well, Constance!’ Robert called, ...eeing her. ‘Father is off, and I am man of the house! Be a good lass and see about supper, will you?’ ‘Of course.’ She descended the wide staircase, trying not to notice the way Enrique’s eyes greedily followed her every move. Once like a brother to her, since she’d turned thirteen she found him more and more unsettling, even a bit frightening. There. So let me think, we have the Kiters, Belldrops, then there’s the Halfens oh and Jellmits couldn’t forget them. Then you have Macs and Masters oh and Hethereens and Greyfriers. Of course you’ll find the usual suspects that you find in any little wholesome town, farmers, bakers, barkeepers and innkeepers, bankers, knights and shopkeepers but I think that’s all you’ll need to worry about just now unless you wish to venture outside of the protective walls, outside in the wilderness your fate is. As his cock buried itself he passionately kissed my neck. It was much larger than the plug and I cried as he pushed in deeper. His arms engulfed me and he held me still with his cock fully immersed inside me, letting my hole adjust to his girth. Gently his hips started to move and my moans slipped from my mouth.Each thrust gathered pace and power and the shop was filled with my ecstatic noises. The sounds that came from me I had never made before; no girl had I ever reduced to these orgasmic. I rubbed the precum that was leaking from the tip of my cock down the head then shaft, and moved forward. I pushed hard, and felt the tip enter his ass. He gave a high whine, almost like a little girl, then once again repeated “Fuck me, daddy.”So I did. In and out, until I could hear him crying as my large girth ravaged his asshole. I looked down, and could see blood on my cock. But he never complained, he just moaned “Fuck me, fuck me daddy.”So I did. I held his hips in my hands and fucked.