“Slut, clean this up.” She went right to work on my cock and balls. First went for my balls. She did not miss a spot. She made sure that they were...clean of pussy juice. Then she gave me a look that could melt a ski resort. A silent plea, pretending that she did not want to suck my cock. I could see the wetness of her pussy, and the slight hint of lust in her eyes. “This is your punishment, slut. Clean it up, or face the consequences.” Faking hesitance, she tentatively licked the head. Then she. When I look into Sylvia's face she is a bit smiling, during she pampers the cunt of her own daughter. When I look in Katin's face she is a bit tensioned. But, obviously Katin is enjoying it and is moaning for pleasure accompanied by saying: "Oh my goodness!". Furthermore I tell Sylvia: "... and don't forget the pussy slaps in between!".# Kiss me! Make Katin jealousDuring Sylvia still is rubbing her daughters pussy, I bend over to Sylvia, in this position I have Katin's face just right beside my. ” She shudders, rubbing her thighs together. Her clit ached. I made it throb even more. “This will hurt you so much. I will cum as I lash your back.”It would hurt. My stoic refusal to cry out would be tested. Broken. I didn’t doubt that I would crack beneath that striking my flesh. There were limits to human endurance that even I couldn’t withstand. I was Las’s son, not the god himself.She moved behind me and touched my manacles. They sprang open and fell from my lips. She grabbed the flail. Noting the time, it would be another hour before she was called to her father’s presence. She hated sitting idly in her chambers. Her unoccupied mind would wonder to the gruesome scenes being played out on the walls of Castle Arrowthorn. The sounds of battle that she had been trying to block from her mind came drifting up to her ears. She could here the sound of steel clashing against wooden shields, the twang of archers bow and worse, the sound of peoples’ screams. She took up her golden harp.